First Born

By Jane Prinsep

Skye has just opened the door to the bedroom, because she heard Noah starting to wake. She lead him down the hallway, and when I saw him, I smiled my biggest smile and asked him to walk towards me. We are doing our best to give him as much walking practise at the moment!

He took one bored look at me, and nonchalantly crawled in the other direction and onto the rug. I feigned heartbreak, to which Skye said, “Never mind, Mummy. I walk to you.”

She pretended to take wobby steps towards me whilst munching on her breakfast apple, ending the distance between us with a few “sprint finish” steps, and then the biggest cuddle she could muster.

“You are lovely, Skye,” I said, “do you know that you are my First Born?”

She looked up at me with those innocent blue eyes, “First Born, Mummy?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Skye First Born”, she repeated.

And then, absentmindedly, whilst chewing on her apple, “Skye Born Ready.”

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