it’s nice when you see it all working
Jazz is easing out of naps. The transition from napper to non-napper is not an instantaneous thing, and does sometimes mean that you have a groggy, cranky child.
This morning, she was whiny. Nothing was quite right, everything was an assault on her equanimity. Fuss, fuss, fuss. (Guess who’s getting a nap today, for the first time this week?)
Grace approaches Jazz, who is sitting on the floor, a soggy mound of grizzle.
“Aw, what’s the matter? Are you feeling tired? Do you need a nap, poor lovie?” She squats beside Jazz, and puts her arm across her shoulders. (Well, she sort of knocks Jazz in the face with her elbow, causing a further burst of sogginess from Jazz, but the intent was a comforting arm around the shoulder. Full marks for intent, if not execution.) “Are you tired, angel?”
Emma and I look at each other.
“Oh, mum! That’s SO adorable! She sounds…”
But I’ve begun speaking at the same time as Emma, and our words intertwine.
“Doesn’t she sound…”
“just like you!”
“just like her mother?”
We grin at each other. I heard Grace echoing her own mother; Emma heard Grace echoing me. A nice compliment to both of us and…
And this morning?