From Little Things... Big Things Grow

From Little Things... Big Things Grow

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Princess Brooklyn - 3y + 3m

Dear Brooklyn

Times goes slower as you get older. Opa (My grandad) had a hypothesis that time went slower because it was a smaller proportion of your life as a whole. You have had your brother half your life now... and he has been home more than a quarter of it. You have no understanding of Nico's issues. To you, he is just a baby like everyone elses little brother/sister. You have some great philosophies of why Nico doesn't do things that you do.

On why Nico doesn't eat real food "He can't eat apple! he hasn't got enough teeth"

On teething "Look, Nico is getting more and more teeth! He will be able to eat food like me soon"

On walking: "My feet are big. Nico's feet are small. When his feet get big, he will walk like a big boy."

On talking: "Nico is a baby. Babies don't talk"

I love the innocence and I can't bring myself to explain to you that Nico may never walk or talk. I know you love him and know you , like us, will love him regardless. I just prefer to keep your idealistic view of the world where although you know about hospitals, meds and oxygen, you know nothing of illness, diability or death.




A few weeks ago, the news was on while we were having dinner. I tried to distract you but you are a sponge.

"Mama... umm... that man did kill that ladies girl. Why did that man did kill that gir?"

What do you say to a gorgeous 3 year old princess asking that question? You thank the lord she doesn't actually know what "kill" means and she is happy with the answer of "he is not a nice man, and it was very naughty so the policeman got him."



You also caught a glimpse of a lady in labour and asked why she was screaming. I explained she was having a baby and it hurts your tummy when you have a baby. This was about two months ago. A few days ago, I told you Luana had to go to the doctor because she had a sore tummy. You asked why and I said that the doctors were not sure but they were trying to help. "I know why! Maybe a liiitle baby did come out!!" and you were so excited.


Imaginitive play is your biggest pastime. you love making your toys have conversations and at bedtime I have to use Lion to talk to you. "Brrrrrrooklyn?" (Nod, giggle giggle) "Are you a bear?" (shake your head) Are you sure? Do bears have eyes? YOU have eyes!!" (giggle giggle) "Do bears have arms? YOU have arms!! You must be a bear!" (dooubled over - NO!) "No? Well, do bears have a mouth? You have a mouth! Do bears have a wet nose? YOU have a wet nose!!!" (and I lick your nose) and you're in hysterics.

Anyway

Hey Brooklyn... Guess what?
I love you.

Mama






5 comments:

  1. So beautifully written x So touching x

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  2. What a beautiful post.

    My daughter accepts her big brother because he has never been any different. Her life is different because of him but she just accepts it. She knows no different.

    We didn't explain things to her until she asked or problems arose and to be honest I dont think she fully understands yet that he had Meningitis and has almost died so many times that we've lost count. She just knows that his brain doesn't work like hers and he has seizures and he can't do lots of things that she can do. She loves him fierecely and protects him. It is a very special love, just like Brooklyns.

    Jane
    http://thisisnoordinarykid.blogspot.com/

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  3. nawwwww, that made me cry. lots.
    I miss you guys.

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  4. Don't know what to say Kazz, i never can find words about really emotional stuff. Love you all.

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