This mother is spoilt tremendously by her precious child.
Yes I’m spoilt! Before Tash could utter anything comprehensible I knew how she felt.
From the way she looked at me to the way she would explore my face with gobby fingers and later sticky ones.
Those little fingers developed in dexterity and soon I was Mrs Potato head’s distant cousin.
This followed the scribble phase, where I was pointed out in more than one interloping circle after another.
As my potato-likeness morphed I grew in stature on paper to own a nose, and hands with six fingers.
The Bratz phase came after my head and body separated, only now I looked the most like Victoria Beckham than I could ever dream.
I had a lollipop sized head in relation to my body and boots up to my knees.
Of course these wonderful wax, koki and powdered paint portraits were interspersed with the re-wrapping of little things that she could find.
A stone, a sucked peppermint she’d spat out, one of her toys or the like.
Her generosity knew no bounds.
I have handprints and footprints from school, and the pre-workings of the alphabet scrawled on my magazines.
Grade R arrived and she would dictate “Dear Mommy, I love you, love Tash” so that she could copy the letters onto cards.
By Grade 1 our note sharing took a new form. Letters in my work diary or under my pillow.
Oh and once even, rose petals in my bath! The massage coopons (sic) that I’ve collect have been cashed in and enjoyed!
Over the years she has continued to astound me with many special days - The Just-because-days and Thank-you- mommy-days.
The I’m-making-you-pancakes-in-bed-days! http://blogs.parent24.com/youunlimited/tashology-mommy-creative-moments
Mother’s day and birthday days are special too but it’s the unexpected ones that floor me every time.
I really am spoilt by my precious child.