A mother. A daughter. Some apples.

March 17, 2014 § Leave a comment

Having a large family makes one on one time with the children difficult. Especially when they are the very co-operative, happy to go along with things type of child.

Zara is so proud and excited to be at school now. Just preschool, one day a week. And when the class was invited to an apple picking excursion, well, I knew I just had to take her.

I made other arrangements for the boys and Lily, them being much older and having had their apple picking experiences, but Robin was to come with us.

That was, until we were ready to go but he was still fast asleep, face buried into the pillow. I didn’t have the heart to disturb him. And suddenly, like a flower blooming in my mind, was the wonderful idea that Zara and I would have the entire morning together. Just the two of us.

She didn’t say much on the trip up the mountain. And once there, she eschewed socialising in favour of gripping my hand and staying by my side. Many people were surprised to see me there with just one child, and indeed my arms felt rather empty with no toddler to carry or breastfeed!

I didn’t take many photos because I wanted to be there, with her, in the moment. Watching her enthusiasm as she picked apples, filling her bag with the clean ones and my bag with the less perfect looking specimens.

On the way home we shared a pie at the famous pie shop. She loves food, and we took turns eating, her sitting on my lap. As I pulled into the driveway at home, she was fast asleep, holding her apples.

It was a sweet morning. But what I have noticed since then is the increased connection between us – her seeking cuddles from me more often. It was so great to have that little moment in time with her.

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