I joke about my children being hellish and tantrummy and rotten most of the time but I harbour a deep dark secret. I really 110% adore them, even in their horridest moments! I am blessed with 2 very very funny, intelligent, caring girls who never fail to make me smile or my heart melt.
I was having a very bad day the other day, really bad. As I was emailing a friend I couldn't stem the flow of tears, at least not until Clara came up with a little concerned face asking "what wrong?!" and climbing up on my lap to wipe my tears away, stroke my face and give me a huge cuddle!
The day before I was having a really bad coughing fit and Phoebe raced upstairs with a "Be right back!" and came back 30 seconds later with my inhaler and telling me to use it.
I adore putting them to bed, Daddy does bath time and gets them dressed in PJs and hair brushed then I come up to read a story for Phoebe (Daddy does Clara's) and we have a little chat about what kind of day she has and what she is going to dream about. I love her imagination in this twilight hour, how she rolls her eyes when she "feeds" her baby doll and the cheeky expression when she makes the burp sound. I love how she helps me with the story and how we talk about it afterwards. I love that last cuddle and her whispering "Love you Mummy" in my ear. Then I love going into Clara's room and lying with her on her bed and making her butterfly mobile fly by blowing at it. I love how she always gives me a suck of her dummy and a cuddle with monkey before agreeing I need to go and cook tea for Daddy (because if Daddy doesn't have tea he gets gruuuumpy! Or so I tell her anyway). I love how her little arms snake around my neck in a last squeeze before bedtime.
It isn't just me who sees this caring side I am glad to say. At the weekend whilst Paul was doing the guttering I was out helping him briefly (I had swine flu... I was of very little help generally and couldn't do long periods outside...) and the girls were with me. A little further down the road an elderly lady and her friend were having a little sit down and rest before carrying on. Phoebe spotted them, picked 2 flowers and ran down the road to give them to them. I like to think it made that old lady's day. I asked Phoebe why she did it and she told me so she could help the lady find her smile.
By far my favourite thing about the girls is their manners. Clara's first real words were Please and Thank you. Phoebe is very good with hers too, she was delayed speechwise and barely said anything until she was nearly 3 but we taught her to sign thank you instead and she rarely needed prompting. Even now (as demonstrated in the "smear" entry) their manners come out for a lot of things and very rarely need prompting. Alas when they do and the "where are your manners?" question is asked I do wish Phoebe would cease with the slightly sarcastic reply of "In France"... still can't have everything I suppose!