These few days have been extremely blissful. We've been to the airport (we skip/hop from end to end--only on the black tiles as apparently if you step on the white ones you fall right through according to her royal highness, and that makes for a very tired mummy, hopping at my age is hazardous!), climbed the treehouse at VJC (and picked flowers there as well), had a lovely manicure/pedicure session courtesy of Vanessa, and ran through the sprinklers about a million times at the zoo. My little girl has now gotten back her rosy cheeks, her energy and I'm ashamed to admit, I teared when I watched her run and burst into fits of giggles (her, I mean, not me). It wasn't too long ago when I carried an almost colourless, battle-beaten little girl out of the hospital, princess plasters stuck all over her little body. "tears of joy mummy?" she asks me as she plops down beside me and leans over to plant a wet kiss on my cheek. "yes, sweetheart, I'm so glad there's no more chemo and no more cancer", "and i can eat yoghurt now!" said the gleeful one, her priorities obviously different.
So now, we're going to do all the things I've promised her we will do once she's well, and she has been extremely patient. People tell me I shouldn't bring her swimming, the zoo, let her run around so much, but hey, she missed out those few months of doing precisely those things and a child has to do what a child should do. Tonight she is staying at her cousin's and I'm a little nervous, given she's never stayed away from me before, and of course, I worry that she falls when I'm not looking, but I have to learn to let go and trust that she'll have a great time and she'll be fine.
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