You were just napping in my lap on the loveseat. I enjoy being pinned under your tiny, warm sleeping body. Your resting hands were taking a break from leading me around. "E-I-ore, come ON!" you say, pulling on my finger. How does it feel to command this larger being around from this plaything, to that game, to this book? I laugh as I think it may become a burdensome habit and one day you will look at me dragging along behind you and think why must I pull him around everywhere I go? It is very cute and I love our play time.
You make me laugh every day, Jubi. You have always been very vocal, letting your needs and wishes be known. One frequent demand is that we call you the name you wish to be called in that moment: Rabbit, Darth Vader, or JubiWEEE. You like to be naked most of the time, even when it is really cold. You tug and fight, until you pull off your shirt then you tackle the easy stuff. When we need to leave the house we must talk you into putting your clothes on. "O K" you say, slowly and quietly, when you finally decide to go along. And then shoes, that is a separate issue. You prefer to be barefoot, even on gravel, in January. Those are some strong little feet. I suspect you will take up the family tradition of martial arts. You already can count in Korean, thanks to Zeph, and you have a swift hammer fist, which you wield while yelling "Wickersham… Wickersham".
You have a gentle side, too. It makes me smile to find Pooh or Piglet sitting on the potty, in a small chair, or in the stroller with a snack or a teacup sitting close by. You have a strong desire to nurture and you do it beautifully.
I love being your Dada. It is a huge responsibility that I accept with joy. You come to me when you need to be brave, like when Mommy combs your hair. You hug me tight with your strong little arms around my neck. We succeed at the most mundane tasks with singing and dancing, such as the "Strong healthy teeth" tooth brushing jingle or the "When you gotta poop" song.
We share many special things. We both love to cook. You often come around with "pizza" or "sandwiches" on a plate for Zephyr, or Mommy, or me to eat. You stand and watch our satisfaction with your handy work. It does feel good to feed someone, doesn't it? We both love the garden. I came outside and heard you in the greenhouse saying "strawberry" like you were calling for one. When new seed catalogs or a Mother Earth News arrive we sit on the end of the bed and study every page. You turn the pages a little too fast for me, but I am so glad you are interested that I don't mind.
Love,
She also likes looking through Dada's mushroom books.
Naked, of course.
3 comments:
The 'naked' thing is second-generation. Beautiful letter!
I sit here with tears in my eyes. Nora, your letters are always equally beautiful but I feel we share a common mother's "eye" for our children. Seeing this, for me, rare, viewpoint from a daddy is so moving. Your children are so lucky!
So sweet. Love the photo at the end with the book.
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