Tuesday, July 25
Three and a half years ago I came home from the hospital holding a brand new squidgy baby. It was very scary because I had never so much as held a baby before, and I had no idea what to do with her. So when she cried , I cried. Luckily Carlo laughed and showed me what to do. I was shocked by how much of my time was taken up caring for this little person that was smaller than the cat.
I couldn't wait for her to get bigger and more independent. My mum told me not to wish her life away, she would grow so fast I wouldn't believe it.
Mum was right. Three years later I am the mother of a precocious pseudo teenager. She will only wear pink knickers, the others are tossed aside in disdain. She has a crush on Antonio, her Daddys friend, who is 27 years older than her. When she sees him coming she runs to me in a panic, “ Mummy! It's Antonio! I need lipstick, quick mummy!”. She flirts with him, blushing and batting her lashes.
Antonio came and joined us for lunch the other day. She gazed at him from across the table, trembling slightly. She then delicately laid her hand on my arm and whispered in my ear, “Mummy, I have to get down now. I have to go and touch Antonio.”
I want my squidgy, nappy bottomed, chubby thighed baby back. I am not ready to be the mother of a teenager yet...
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