When our first daughter Nancy was born our whole life altered to fit with this small new person’s many needs. You change your sleeping habits, eating habits, washing habits, feed, feed, feed, nap, feed, feed some more, wash once in a while if you’re lucky, feed and so it goes on. But eventually you find a rhythm, you learn what this little thing needs to be happy, food and love, seemingly no sleep what so ever and you start to feel a little more human each day. As your child becomes more independent other aspects of your life may return, the time to read, the time to take a walk on your own for a moments peace, room to think. But then something happens, something rather confusing, just as you are finally getting a little more sleep, having a shower and not imagining you can hear your small child crying throughout there’s a tug in your heart and a need starts to grow inside you. What if you had another baby? Wouldn’t it be so lovely to give your child someone to play with at home, it might in fact make life a little easier surely? But could you love another child like you love now, this all-consuming, fierce and protective love that you would never have imagined before?
I watch the girls together, age 4 and 2 and wonder will they always know each other like they do now, know how to make each other laugh, know how to make each other cry and shriek with anger. Some days things are more unbalanced than I would like, they wake and meet each other with a scowl and you know it’s going to be a tricky one, but there will always be the common ground they share to pull them back together.
As Summer slowly approaches I’m looking forward to easier days, days when we are outside from morning until evening, days when their friendship really finds it’s comfort zone, exploring the beach, building dams and running naked, hand in hand, down to the sea, taking beautiful pleasure in the simplest of things. They are both so strong willed that clashes of character are inevitable but much more frequent cooped up indoors. They are like dogs really, in need of exercising, distracting, tiring out their bodies and minds. Their ability to fight and argue so hard and then forget it all and fall into each other’s arms with such love and affection will always surprise and entertain me. They are a team after all, willing each other to succeeded and standing by to support each other forever.