| Written by Trish |
Truth be told, I was never really interested in more than two children. As an only child, I've always wanted a sibling, and in my mind, two kids would be the perfect number. Through the years, Joel stuck to four as his number, so I guess we compromised. The last year with our little Mimi girl has shaped our lives in so many ways. We hardly remember life without her, and we cannot imagine it any other way. She is the gentle breeze to the hurricane that is our two boys, perfectly balancing our little tribe in so many ways. She is at her happiest when the boys run like mad around her, giggling contagiously and simply content to just be. The feeling seems to be mutual with both her brothers’ vying for her attention since the day we brought her home from hospital. Each wants to be the first she sees in the morning, and the first to make her smile. It’s mostly super sweet, unless it’s 5:30am in the morning (which is unfortunately more regular than you’d think).
This last year has also been a year of change - in part intended and in part the result of circumstance. We've moved out, renovated our home, and moved in again, and in doing so, we've endeavoured to find our new rhythm, all the while trying to keep up with the juggle of being outnumbered by the kids. Not an easy feat, especially when sickness hits a family of five with a round robin-like efficiency. Like most parents, we have been severely lacking on the sleep front, and our little bed invaders along with this littlest one of ours all continue to wake way too often throughout the night. Yet we relent night after night (or at least her daddy does), because her little cuddles are so dear. Short-lived will be the days where her hand reaches tightly for the comfort of ours in order to fall asleep, where the only place she will sleep is on her dad’s chest out on the couch in the lounge, or when we get to play Dixie Chicks or The Carpenters to soothe her restlessness.
For me personally, this last year with Mimi has reminded me to slow down - to breathe in this year of firsts because they will never come again. There’s something bittersweet knowing this little one will be your last, and it helps bring perspective to your priorities. I’ve chosen to be home more and to nurse her longer than I did with my other two. We love each other relentlessly, Mimi and I. She lets me know by throwing kisses my way, whimpering outside the bathroom door if I’m trying to find a moment’s peace, holding on ever so tight when I pick her up, or giving my face a bear hug with her cheek squashed against me when I tell her I love her. She still hates getting dressed and getting out of the bath though. And she definitely can’t stand me trying to wipe her snotty nose.
I won’t lie though. I’ve felt completely drained on more than one occasion and have been forced to look after myself better so that I can better take care of the little ones. Healthy living, a little more yoga, and a few unapologetic sleep-ins have found their way into my schedule and I’m thankful for this. Nothing quite prepares you for how much of yourself you need to give once you take on the role of being a parent, and I still have so much to learn while remaining completely in awe of my own parents who continue to do so much for us.
I’m full of hope for the years ahead and the adventure we will all have together. I look forward to seeing her love for music flourish and watching those little legs of hers grow stronger as she works hard to keep up with her cheeky brothers. I hope she’ll be a good listener and have a heart that flows with grace. I hope her gentle spirit will continue to be nurtured, all the while gaining a strength of character that will stand against the tides that will no doubt come as the years go on.
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You can read the other posts in this series here.