Mothers, Daughters and Sisters

Thursday, January 22, 2004

Emma has become my worst fear at night.
I lay waiting, full of anxiety.
For I know she will come for me at some point.
She will creep into my bedroom. Her soft little hand will touch my arm.
I fear the hand, I fear the footsteps.
She takes me by force to her bedroom.
The routine is always the same. She wants me to sleep in her bed the whole night.
I lay there balanced on the edge , waiting for her to fall asleep. Then I carefully make my escape.
I climb back into my big comfy bed, laying in wait and dread.

Last night she visited me six times within four hours.

Tonight will be different.

I am off to the store to buy a child proof door handle cover. The ones that challenge adults to open the door. I will joyfully place it on the inside of Emma's room.

I will lay safe without fear tonight, knowing she can't get me.

I know I have a new fear to face. Two AM, Emma crying and screaming, "Mummy, I want you"
Thankfully my ears will be stuffed with my super strength earplugs!

Thursday, January 01, 2004

Sorry for the long break. We have been so busy eating Cadburys chocolate brought over by Emma's Auntie Lavinia from England, that I haven't had a spare moment to sit at the computer!
Yesterday we went to Loveland ski area, so Lavinia and Hendrik could pose on the slopes.
I decided that Emma should have a go at skiing too.
After a long search for little ski boots at the rental shack, we were presented with a cute little pair of yellow and red boots, still a couple of sizes too big.
Emma hated them.
After some clever 'Mummy" persuasion. Emma agreed to wear them.
I carried her out to the snow, no easy task, with layers of constrictive winter clothes and five months pregnant!
I stood her in the snow and clipped one of the boots onto a ski.
No go.
It just wasn't going to happen.
Instead we played snow balls, as her cute little skies sat abandoned.
After wasting time in the ski lodge, drinking sickly sweet hot chocolate, I decided we should try the skis again.
This time was much more productive. Emma discovered how fun it is to push the ski across the snow and chase after it.
This game amused us both for the rest of the afternoon.
Maybe next year Emma will let me persuade her to attach the boots to the ski.