With Miss Elma having really found her feet this month, it’s been a lot of fun watching the girls’ relationship change and adjust to this new development.
Where once Kitty was the unquestioned leader, and Elma pretty much did as she was told, mainly because she was being told to sit and not move, now Elma can simply stand up, find her balance, and bumble off to do her own thing, without reference or permission of her big sister.
And rather than being frustrated with this turn of events, Kitty, seems to just stop whatever she’s doing and trail after Elma.
It makes for some interesting moments to say the least, especially when they both want something that we only have one of, like a go on the swing – Elma will stand in front of the swing shouting “eeep! Eeep! ‘Wing! ‘Wing!” when it’s Kitty’s go, and then Kitty will stand next to me as I push Elma chattering her way through every version of “Please Mummy, may I have a go on the swing” that she can possibly think of, in the hope that she’ll eventually hit on the magic variation that will get an instant yes.
They’re learning to share in a way that they haven’t had to before, and to give each other a bit of space to do their own thing, when Elma gets a little overwhelmed by Kitty’s embraces, or Kitty’s more fragile toys get a little overwhelmed by Elma!
It seems that as they get older the age gap between them is narrowing rapidly. It seemed so huge between a two year old and my tiny fragile newborn, but when I see them sat playing Duplo together it seems like perhaps it isn’t all that much, and I think it will only appear closer when Little Bump arrives in the summer and as Elma’s odd words and babble turn into more and more recognisable communications. It’s only when they both stand up that you realise how much taller Kitty is!
You always know as a parent, or parent-to-be that there’s no guarantee that your children will get along, no magic age gap or boy/girl combination that will be the key to unlock perpetual family harmony, you just have to hope, pray, and get really good at mediation. But it is of course what we wanted for them, a sibling, a playmate, and in time I hope a dear friend, and it’s rather special, and rather a privilege to watch the first steps down that road. Fingers crossed.
For this month’s photos we finally managed to visit the little woods not far from our village. I’d seen a hint of bluebell shoots the last time we were there and promised myself we’d be back but with one rainy day and another we hadn’t made it until now. And what a sight it was to see; a blue haze as far as the eye could see, and that oh so gorgeous delicate scent rippling through the air. Kitty was off at once down the path, with Elma toddling after her as fast as she could make her feet go on a bumpy path while holding onto Mama’s finger, desperate to catch up and not to miss out on any of the fun.
They collected pine cones, and deposited them in H’s pocket, poked at the bluebells, picked up sticks, and Kitty asked H to please pass her a ‘stick’ that turned out to be a request for a fallen tree. And with a little bribery and corruption, we even managed a few photos. They aren’t studio perfect – but when are my pictures ever – the girls are usually far more interested in watching a squirrel, or Daddy, or thinking about trees, or whatever else goes through the minds of three and one year olds, than in wondering what’s going on with Mama and the camera, but I think I’d rather have it that way. These pictures are my girls as they truly are, and that’s why I take pictures.
My darling girls, two little sisters, in April.
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