it is a delightful time of night – right before i am to click my light off and the kids have been silent for a few hours. i have just been in their rooms, picked up spongebob and popped him back on the bed, re-arranged jasper’s arms around baby batman, smoothed carys’ hair off her face.
i got a taste of the future today…sebastian unrolled a large cardboard oval shaped item which could only be an easter egg of some sorts, and said, "guess what this is, mummy. guess what i have painted on the side of the paper that is facing me."
"hmm.." i said. "i guess a light saber?"
he was delighted with that thought and laughed no. ditto was his response to my suggestions that the drawing was a self portrait, a picture of canada, a suprewi or special blanket.
NO! insisted my little man. "look now! it is an easter egg!"
"well done!" i praised, "I love the bright colours! would you like to come here and tell me about the egg?"
and sebastian said no.
normally, only the television or a overwhelming urge to do a poo would prevent him from nuzzling next to me and telling me about the painting. he had initiated the conversation, he was in "the talking mode".
my days of holding and hugging my little boy, are they drawing to a close? will i be left groping mr mahjong in the pantry, desperate for some sort of maternal contact with little men? and where is mr taichi anyways. great, now i have abandonment issues as well.
