Calliope's blossoming language skills have transformed our lives. I never imagined how captivating it would be to hear her little thoughts. Yet she still has such an adorable way of speaking. I wonder if I will be nostalgic when she loses that babyish lisp and tiny squeaky voice.
Perhaps because it's just a great age, or perhaps because I've been consciously focusing on my parenting, our relationship has never been more harmonious since the toddler years began. I've been home with her all week because it's Winter Break at work and I've so enjoyed this time.
Life is perfect.
Which is why I'm going to go and ruin things.
By trying to have another child. Starting later this spring.
I won't say that I am doing this for Calliope. I'm not trying to "give her a sibling." I have no idea if she will be happier with a sibling. I certainly hope so, but my own sibling relationships are complicated, so I can't promise that she will be better off.
I'm doing this for myself. Because when I think about only getting to have this experience once, I feel cheated. I want to be a part of this miracle again. I want to experience, again, the magic of a person unfolding before my eyes.
|My big girl still likes to snuggle in my arms for her morning milk.|
*I also like this pic because it shows her eyes aren't actually brown, as they look in most
photos. This photo doesn't accurately capture them, either... I guess they are hazel?