I Think She’s Gonna Make It.
So, I don’t write too much about Caroline lately. It’s all, me me me, blah blah blah, divorce divorce divorce. Let’s talk about her today.
She’s an awesome little kid. I worry so much about how all this has affected and will affect her, but really, she’s doing great. She has this hilarious belly laugh that she busts out all the time, regardless of whether or not anything is actually funny.
She talks constantly, always narrating everything around her. I call her Captain Obvious. I go to get her in the morning, and after she dances a happy dance around the crib (just because I walked into the room and she hasn’t seen me in like, hours), she names everything in the room and instructs me on exactly how to prepare for the day. “Mommy’s here. Caroline’s here. Blanket. Crib. Pooh Bear. Change diaper now. I peed. Dry diaper now. Okay zip jammies. Now get cereal. Bowl. Spoon. Pour milk. Top on. TOP ON MOMMY. TOP ON– Okay put milk away. Get in highchair. Eat cereal.” She’s like one of those circular breathers… you know, those coworkers who never stop talking and you can’t figure it out, but you suspect that somehow words are still coming out even while they are breathing in. Except unlike with coworkers, I freaking love it when this kid does it. Even at 6 am.
She also has so much empathy for other people… for a two-year-old, anyway. I am constantly amazed and touched by it. I’ve been pretty sick with bronchitis for about two weeks now. I was lying on the couch watching her play with her dolls, and she came over and said “Get up Mommy.” I said “Caro, Mommy doesn’t feel well today. Mommy’s sick.” She stared at me for a minute and then leaned over and rubbed my back and said “Mommy sick. I rub the back.” She’s also seen me use my inhalers so much lately that whenever I have a coughing fit, she runs and gets them for me and tries to push them into my mouth. Maybe she’ll be a rich doctor and I’ll totally have it made. She is gonna put me in such a bitchin’ nursing home when I’m old and decrepit.
She has so much personality for such a little person. I love her fiercely, with my whole heart.
So… I think she’s gonna be okay. I already see so much promise, so much intelligence and kindness and just plain old awesomeness in her, and she’s still so little. I know that her family is technically “broken”, and her mom is awfully busy with all the craziness of dental school and single motherhood in general. But you know, I think she’s gonna make it.Add a Comment