Two years ago, about this time of the year, I was carrying around what turned out to be an exceedingly large baby (10 lb 4 oz!). It was springtime and the birds were singing, the bluebirds and the robins had just come back, and we were collecting and drinking maple sap just as we are doing right now. Those distinctive seasonal experiences will be forever associated in my mind with having this boy.
It’s been such happy two years, too – I found having two children to be a lot easier than having only one, as they formed a unit and now basically engage each other incessantly. It goes without saying that having a built-in playmate (and, in our case, a second mother) is a marvelous thing, and I love that they get to work out conflicts that arise in the process from early on.
Like his sister, Cyrus is endlessly charming and really, really smart. Unlike his sister, he is practically bursting with impish energy, and I am pretty sure that a small devil has made a permanent home on his shoulder. I don’t mind, though – I find his high energy invigorating and, for reasons both sentimental and practical, I cherish every moment of his being little. I know this won’t last long, and I am drinking in it deeply while it’s here.
Oh, and this girl? She seems to do most of the heavy lifting when it comes to teaching Cyrus the ways of the world. Where would I be without her? And, more importantly, where would Cyrus be?