The Wild Rumpus

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My Daughter is a Tomato Thief

About a month ago, my five-year-old son started kindergarten. It was a gut-wrenching first week, more so for me than him. But once I got done crying over how my little, first-born baby was now as tall as my chest and going off to have a bit of a life without us, I realized something fantastic.

I am more free to know my two-year-old daughter.

I mean, obviously, I know her. But now that my son is gone for seven hours a day, my girl and I are able to do things she wants to do, uninterrupted. During tea parties, she carefully prepares my pink flowered teacup with cream and sugar. She serves her Disney princesses, who are carefully perched in small high chairs and rockers, tea and cakes and cookies.

Tiana and Jasmine enjoying a spot of tea.

Tiana and Jasmine enjoying a spot of tea.

We play doctor, and she checks my “blood heart” (blood pressure), and tells me my heartbeat sounds like music and brings me a toy apple to help me heal.

When she’s playing or drawing pictures, she sings everything from “The Old Lady Who Swallowed the Fly” to “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift to “You Beat Me to the Punch” by Mary Wells. Except she always says, “you beat me to the punt,” and it’s so freakin’ adorable.

My lovebug on our first solo trip together to Walden Pond.

My lovebug on our first solo trip together to Walden Pond.

Today, I caught her in the kitchen, reaching up over the kitchen counter, plucking cherry tomatoes from a container and eating them. Her cheek was stuffed like a chipmunk, and there was a little splat of tomato innards on her favorite Minion shirt, and she had the cutest, mischievous smirk on her face. My heart just swelled with love.

All these moments, they would happen anyway, even if my mini superhero were home. But because he’s not, I get the chance to truly absorb and appreciate them. To see the person she is becoming, and to nurture her interests. I had that chance with my son for three years before she was born. Now it’s her turn for some spotlight. And I am grateful to have the time to give it to her.

I know soon enough, she’ll be heading off on the school bus for her first day of kindergarten. And that, my friends, is the day I will need you all to come over and either A) have a glass of wine with me, or B) loan me your baby, because our baby factory is closed down.

I can’t wait for tomorrow.

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4 comments on “My Daughter is a Tomato Thief

  1. thehonkinggoose
    October 2, 2014

    Awww, what fun!

    Like

  2. Yolanda Hegerman
    October 3, 2014

    What a joy I felt reading this story.Line by line my smile became larger and larger.Enjoy these moments because they grow up so fast.

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    • Maisy Fernandez
      October 3, 2014

      Thanks for reading and for your comment, Yolanda! My mom always said the time flies by when you have kids, and she was right.
      Now that I’m a mom, I know moms are always right. haha

      Like

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