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Nettles update: nine years
I spent a lot of this last year thinking about wiring. The way our brains are wired. What does that mean? Yeah, it sounds weird, I know. Not like wires, what’s running around the office desk or what you pick up and randomly turn into some art project. It’s more the way our minds take…
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Nettles update: eight years
You were born a bullet train, and eight years later, this is still an express line. If I hem and haw on a decision, you take it into your own hands (and footstool, and cellotape, and whatever you need to get it done when my back’s turned). You’ll get it done, if you want it…
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Nettles update: seven years
If last year’s birthday felt totally eye-glazed and desolate… the year that followed was like being trapped in a box but actually, the box helped you break out while stuck inside. I’m not sure where to begin as far as how you’ve forged ahead, and continued growing, refusing to fall behind or be let down.…
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Nettles update: six years.
“Ima, I want to call Grandma.” That’s how it’s been for days since we left New York, rushed, unplanned, in the style of not letting dough rise. We basically fled the city, across the ocean, back to the Middle East, straight into quarantine. Straight into days of looking into your eyes, which have been glazed…
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Nettles update: five years
To the Nettles who’s been asking me for 8 months when she’ll be ‘this many’… Your love of fun is infectious, easily spreadable like your daily Vegemite… Your curiosity makes me want to learn the world all over again from your point of view… Your jokes are somehow hilarious every time… Your eyes could sway…
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Nettles update: Four years
This is cheekiness uprising. This is sound effects for every action. This is slapstick comedy. This is curiosity. This is telling dogs to go away. This is a love affair with a mosaic snail. This is finding the word ‘batata’ hilarious. This is pretend-nursing a baby. This is tormenting the younger sibling. This is torturing…
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Nettles update: three years
There are three things I know to be true: There are types of self confidence that cannot be bought or therapy’d into you. A kid who is comfortable being choosy about cake is going places. This is going to be one hell of a year. So here we go. The hills are alive… with the…
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Nettles update: two and a half years
Nettles. When you’re not around, I think about you. Randomly. You pop up in my thoughts. I was thinking the other day if you had this much character a year ago. I guess you did but in smaller bites? These days, the bites are getting chunkier (and I don’t mean because of your dinosaur teeth).…
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Nettles update: two years
Nettles, It feels like there has never been any life without you in it. You are a puzzle piece that simply fit right in. But there is nothing simple or obvious about you. “Third child” is a phrase I’ve tried to stop saying in the last few months – it doesn’t do you justice to label…
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Nettles update: twenty three months
If I had to sum up 23-month Nettles in one picture… Here’s the story: One night last week, we hear a loud thump and screaming. We dash upstairs and Nettles had climbed out of the crib and fallen, presumably on her head. The next day, it happens she’s home from gan and I put her…
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Nettles update: twenty two months
Nettles, One of my favorite things, on the days I pick you up from maon (daycare), I love walking up the stairs to the second floor and before there’s any way you know it’s me you come running. Or do I have distinctive footsteps? Or do you do that to everyone until you finally get…
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Nettles update: twenty one months
Nettles – This is a crazy time. Last month, this month, the next month – all are and will be intense work months for me. So I haven’t been able to give you as much as I’d want. Write the chapter on being the third child of a full-time working mother someday. It will make…