When I worked as a feature writer for a newspaper, interviewing people was part of the job and I loved it. I found the task and liberty of asking people anything absolutely exhilarating. Every interview, I felt, opened my mind up to unchartered territories and new information despite experiencing my fair share of wonderfully weird and profoundly boring moments.
I have a diary I plan to give to Georgie when he’s older. I’ve had it since I was pregnant. In the beginning I would write about doctor appointments and various stuff papa and I would do before he came into our lives. Later on I would write about his baby ways and the many sleepless nights. However lately I have not written anything. I felt a pang of anxiety recently when I tried to remember something Georgie said that made me laugh and I couldn’t. Why didn’t I write it down just like I do with everything else? So these little notes are for me and my baby because I’m scared I might forget.
A few days after we returned, I noticed some miscommunication between Georgie and I. It started with stamping feet and whiny noises. Hm. Then there was the time he thought it would be funny to spit in my face. There are the sudden bursts of energy that end with a jump into a knee-high deep puddle while we are walking side by side and climbs on the kitchen counters, oblivious to the glass bottle of olive oil resting tensely on the edge. Also, the day he decided to leisurely stroll out a cafe where we were sitting and turn right. Out of sight. On a busy road. Oh and the peculiar requests in the middle of the night.
He shrugs his shoulders and walks off. I had just asked him where his shoes are and that’s all I get. Shoulders shrugging. It’s so weird watching Georgie act like a grown up, making grown up expressions and saying grown up things. It makes me laugh. I imagine him as a teenager and even though that comes with a pang of anxiety, it makes me so excited about watching him form a character all his own. My favourite part of the day is when I put him in the bathtub and let him play. He talks to himself. Questions and answers flow and he even changes the tone of his voice according to the dinosaur he has in hand. It might sound like the silliest thing but it is what makes me happy. Georgie, my darling, YOU make me so happy.
Notes: I’ve just gotten into Vimeo, an awesome platform for making little videos, so bare with me. I hope to get better within the next ten years.