To M, I gave blue eyes and a sense of adventure...
To T, I gave a cheeky nature...
Tables, chairs, walls, doors... If there's something solid in the way, G will walk into it. Well, unless I walk into it first. I've always been clumsy. In his father-of-bride speech, my dad had them rolling in the aisles as he regaled my friends and family with tales of how I would never use the stairs in the traditional way. I was more of a headfirst kind of child. Thus far, the carefulness G inherited from her father has protected her as she makes her way downstairs, but on the flat, she's just as accident-prone as her mum. She proved it this week as we made our way to a friend's house. With she and T indulging in their (hugely annoying) habit of fighting over my one available hand as I tried to push M's buggy, G somehow got her foot tangled in the wheel, and over she went.
But to my big brave G, I gave a lifetime of ouchies!
I still felt awful though. About rolling my eyes when she fell, yes. But also because she got this trait from me. I could have passed on a flair for language or the ability to dance, but no.I gave her clumsiness.
So I just want to take a moment to apologise.
G, my big, beautiful girl. My first-born, my clever, cheeky wee angel, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the lifetime of cuts and bruises and bumps and scrapes. I'm sorry for the frustration, the annoyance and anger you'll feel towards inanimate objects and pieces of furniture. But this I can promise you. we're in this together. I will always be there to pick you up and cuddle away those tears. I'll kiss your ouchies and have plasters and magic cream. I know what it's like, and I promise never again to sigh and complain and make you think you're being silly to cry. I made you this way and I love you this way. In your own way, you're Mummy's little mini me too. I'm just sorry it has to be so painful.