Some days I miss when the girls were babies—when they could fit in the crook of my arm and I had to rock and shush them endlessly before they closed their eyes and sucked in a long breath of sleep. But then I am reminded that Jocelyn is now three.
We had a mother-daughter date yesterday. It wasn’t meant to be a date, since we were going to visit her pediatrician, but she was lit up with excitement from the moment I picked her up from daycare. She talked endlessly in the car about going to see Dr. Lee and about how she would tell Aja all about it. I left the stroller in the car and she walked with me inside, asking me questions about where we were and who was the woman that just walked by, and who is the man across the street. What was that loud noise?
In the waiting room, she sat on my lap and tried to help me fill out paperwork. She nuzzled my neck and in an attempt to make me laugh. The nurse called us in to take her weight and height, and she giggled her way down the hall and shook her booty when I tried to remove her clothes for the examination. She asked repeatedly, “Where’s Dr. Lee?” And as soon as the appointment was over, she asked, “Who was that?”
The survey says that she’s tall and healthy. We celebrated by walking over to Starbucks where I bought her a cup of fruit and an iced latte (for me). We sat at a table and talked. She told me how Dr. Lee looked in her eyes and mouth, and she demonstrated breathing in deep, in and out. She chomped on strawberries and asked when we were going to go back and get Aja.
We topped it all off by heading to the store. At first she was disappointed that we weren’t going to the warmers mahket, but her excitement rose when I put in her the cart. She listed off items she spotted in the aisles, reminding me that she doesn’t like carrots and she agreed that I should buy couscous.
Aja goes for her two-year appointment today. I don’t imagine that it will be a joyous date, especially with the shots that accompany the meal. Oh, and she has turned two. I keep starting a letter to her but I am still in disbelief. For days the page has read, “You are two years old.” To be continued…