… with one of the two most beautiful of creatures in the world. My little girl is 2 today. How the flipping jeheebaz did that happen? Oh yes, Time, you slippery sonofabitch.
Inky, you’ve changed. Two years ago you were a cranky baby who we thought was incapable of laughter, probably the after-effects of a traumatic birth. As sleep-deprived parents of a newborn, we got caught in the downward spiral of believing you might simply be an irascible, difficult little person. Looking back at that mum and dad, I just want to give them a motherflipping collective head-slap.
Some of the things that I most love about you:
- I need only to say the most mundane thing like, “Would you like a piece of toast?” and you pause for a second, your eyes light up and you cry out “Awwww, YEAAAAH!” Like it’s the BEST idea you’ve EVER heard.
- You insist on giving everyone two kisses (including your dolls and teddies) – one on each cheek. French style.
- The beautiful relationship you have with your big sister. I steeled myself for the fights, the jealousy, the irritating detritus of two girl siblings sharing the same room, but it simply hasn’t happened. You squabble occasionally, but you are both very similar – creative, easily entertained and you both love making people laugh. You follow Scout around like an attitude-ridden puppy dog, trying to look cool but following everything she does.
- When Scout showed you how to do proper somersaults, you did them all day and looked so proud when you did one well.
- How you see me from across your creche room and cry excitedly “Mummy hee-ya!” and run down any toddlers that get in your way in the pursuit of a “mummy-cubble”.
- How you sing back to me dodgy lullabies I’ve made up on the spot, but get some of the words slightly wrong.
- The way you do shifty eyes when you know you’ve done something naughty.
- How much you love Swedish House Mafia. I love watching you head banging the desk while watching “Don’t you Worry ,Child”. Can’t wait to start you on Eminem.
I am so thankful for you. You bring so much joy to us and everyone around you.
I can’t believe I was ever considering NOT having a second child, and had resigned myself to the fact that a hole in my heart that I didn’t even know existed, would remain unfilled. I had you (no, we don’t have to go back to where the newborn meets vagina, thank you very much) when I was 39, and still recovering from a major condition (no, not f*ckwittedness – don’t worry, I’ll never recover from that) and feeling profoundly tired, but your cherubic, loving and slightly daft ways have all lifted my ailing spirit more than you could ever imagine.
I love you so intensely, Inky. Happy Birthday beautiful girl.