Tender words, young mother.

Mum dug up all our old things today- locks of hair, incoherent toddler drawings, (my brother at 3 sketched "family portraits"- and I use the term loosely- of everyone, and we all look like something out of Where The Wild Things Are); ...and in my box, I found a little blue book.

Apparently, she'd kept a journal throughout my first few months, years.

And so I curled up somewhere and thumbed through the faded pages. Some of the entries made me tear up, and some made me laugh so much my sides hurt.

It's lightyears yet till I have a little girl/boy, and I don't know if I even want to have my own child. But if I do, I think I'd keep a journal for them as well; to look back on when they're eighteen, and smile a little, at an age where everything was simple and the only bad people were the ones who took away your grape juice.

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"She's not afraid of dogs- and many times, has hugged Kimmi and even Bambi. Dave says it's because she has no concept of fear."

"She now knows how to identify herself as Cara by tapping her tummy to "who's Cara?"

"Whilst I was feeding her lunch, she kept covering her face with her hands. I wondered what she was doing, until Mum suggested perhaps she's playing 'Peekaboo'.

How correct! Then I remembered how Sara Ann was playing this game of Peekaboo with her yesterday.

A day later on, our friend picks it up, adapts it, and presents it! My girlie-girl is so intelligent."

"On 9 May, I brought her to ELC and she charmed everyone there with her coy smile and 'talk'."

"Every morning, we sit her on the pram and watch her 'communicate' with the dogs. She loves to watch them having their 'mum-mum' and sometimes, even calls out to them. It sounds like '...Dods!'

At times I feel she is seriously trying to communicate with us. And is probably wondering what is taking us so long to understand her."

"She is particularly interested in my jewellery box- often eyeing it until I have no choice but to give it to her."

"...She discovered her fingers today, and I caught her staring at her fingers till she was cross-eyed."

"Cara's Classics:

Cara: What-dees?

Mummy: Por Por (Poppy)'s bra.

Does Por Por wear a bra?

Cara: Yuss.

Mummy: Does Mummy wear a bra?

Cara: Yuss.

Mummy: Does Grandpa wear a bra?

Cara: Not yet.

Mummy: Be careful Cara, don't fall down. What happens if Cara falls?

Cara: No more Cara. Finished.

Cara: Isht okay, Mummy. Isht okay, Mummy. Don't cry, Mummy. "

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...Young words, tender mother.

I'll be good, I promise I'll try.