She counted to ten, just like that. As we were running along the sidewalk – she never walks anywhere, but runs – she sang out all the numbers in correct order. We haven’t been practicing them, but I do count often or sing the ABCs just in case she’s listening. Think I need to give her more credit for sponging up all the information whirling around her.
Last week was difficult. This week has made me think ‘Gee, this parenting thing is cake.’ Happy, compliant, silly and fun one day. Then freaking out about not enough butter on toast the next day. When she’s particularly fussy, I try to tell myself she’s being overloaded with trying to understand the world around her. I’m still trying to understand the world around me. Baffling.
The small artworks are coming along well. This thing I’m trying to do seems achievable. Have also been seeking out other artist mothers and seeing how they juggle family and creative work. It’s a different story when the back up at home doesn’t exist. It’s fine. I’m able to write our little story, or rather, L and I write it together and somehow we’re making it sing.