My daughter whom I referred to in my profile as M1, was laying next to me on the couch trying her best not to go to bed. When she came into the living room with some sleep threatening ailment, I said "just lay down next to me, over at that end of the couch." "So I can't see the blogs?" she asked. "Correct" I said. "Why are you reading everywhere else when you should just be writing in your own?" asked M1. Good point. Then she said, "why don't you write about our relationship?"
How do I love this kid! Okay M1 stands for, of course, Munchkin #1. Her given name is Tali (pronounced Tah-lee, accent 2nd syllable) Rose (not together, but rather first and middle names). You can tell her name has been abused. Tali is Hebrew for morning dew or technically, my morning dew. So, loosely translated her name becomes - morning dew on the rose in the heart of the field (as our last name translates to heart of the field). Believe me, she is more beautiful than that little poem of a name hints at. It's my blog - it's the only place I can kvell like this!
I want to hold this moment in time and freeze it - us laying here together, laughing about whatever, and take it out and show her when she is 13 and getting a liiiitle tired of her family. Again, when she is 15 and holed up in her room with music blaring and again, when she is 18 going off to college. But, truth is I have enjoyed every moment of our relationship up to this point. Good times/bad times. No real bad - the kid's only eight after all. But she is willful and will break a lesser soul (see previous post) if not heart. She is the embodiment of all that I would like a daughter to be: smart, fun, cute - okay, beautiful - the kid is easy on the eye, considerate, compassionate, giving, musically talented, mathemataically talented, writes well, takes no crap from anyone period! Most of all - she looks out for her little brother. One day we were in the park and Julian (M2) was up on the slide/playhouse waiting in line to go down. Three older children, about 10, were in front of the line holding it up, joking around. Before I could say anything, Tali appeared from playing on the swings and had run up and yelled "Excuse me, you're in the way and my brother wants to go down the slide." Firmly enough that they moved aside and Tali said "come on Julian, let's go". This makes me proud. Julian adores her - he calls her either "Princess or my princess".
I remember, with both of my children, wheeling them in the stroller and invariably the oft repeated "enjoy them now, they grow so fast" heard at every corner. Which I really do know, but I have enjoyed every phase of their lives thusfar. Each part of their development holds its own promise, its own travails. I mean, who wants to change diapers for 10 years? But the promise is what I hold on to.
I guess when I say that I would like to freeze this moment, I mean just to show her and laugh about something from it with her. But I will be very happy to be in all of the moments now and onward. I am not a woman who worries about aging. The promise of what's around the corner, the carrot dangled ahead has always worked out just fine for me. Now with four of us in the wagon, we'll just have to keep an eye on the carrot, but enjoy the ride in the cart as well.
Tali, although this isn't just an "our relationship post", it gives a glimpse into the kind of girl you are. A relationship that I cherish now and will always. Julian, you'll hear about next because a boy like this needs a post of his own!