1. Tiny Toes
Nothing gives me greater pleasure than seeing my kid's toes. No, I don't have a foot fetish but I love those tiny little balls of soft, pale pink jelly. I love when they've been playing in the dirt and it's all caught in between their toes and you've got to scrub like crazy. We've got a running joke about the way their little toes 'hook' under and I say I'm going to use them to catch a fish. They think it's hilarious.
My daughter had colic when she was a baby and cried from 4pm until 7pm every day for about 6 months. I thought there could be nothing worse. Now that they are 7 and 5, I find I become very empathetic to their cries. They seem more meaningful and their feelings have really been genuinely hurt or they've really physically hurt themselves. There's the cry my daughter does when she's bumped her head when she's trying to be cool and I ask "are you okay?" and she says "no" and starts crying. Or the cry my son does when his sister has smashed one of his Lego creations and he's really, really sad. I just say "oh darling, come here". Just another excuse for a cuddle.
3. A good belly laugh
As they have grown, it's great to see the things that make them laugh. I mean really laugh. That good old, full on belly laugh. There's nothing cuter. I just laugh at them laughing.
Okay, sometimes it gets a bit much but it gives them so much pleasure and they think it's absolutely hilarious so I go along with it. At any opportunity he can get, my son will 'blow raspberries' on my skin which makes loud noises and he thinks it's so funny. Either of them will have something 'really important' to tell me and it could contain the words 'poo, wee or bum' and they think they'll have told the funniest joke. Hopefully it won't last too much longer but while it's still happening, I'll enjoy their humour.
5. Their unconditional love for me
At 7 years of age, my daughter has said a couple times that she hates me and storms off, saying she's going to run away. I let her cool down, go into her room, don't say a word, she just looks at me and says "I love you Mum". They never expect anything for this love other than being their Mum (oh and a whole lot of Lego). Just kidding. There's never any conditions set by them in order for them to tell me love they love me. It's just natural. This might change over the years to come but if I keep going the way I have been, I hope they will know that my love for them is unconditional.
Thanks Kate for a wonderful Listography this week. I was starting to have Listography withdrawls. Go on over to Kate's web site and check out what everyone else loves about kids, theirs or others.