She wanted a pink, two wheel bike, with a basket on the front and training wheels. Lo, the next day, the people around the corner put one that met her specification outside their house with a sign saying 'free' just as I was driving by.
She wanted a surfboard, with a legstrap - our neighbours got a new board for their daughter, would Pickle like the old one? It was even her favourite colour pink! Yes please.
Pickle started preschool at the beginning of this year. Whenever she was asked to draw a picture of her family it always included her Dad, me, herself and her little sister Annie. The teachers thought she had a little sister and asked me about her. But no, Annie only existed in Pickle's imagination.
(Despite hoping for a sibling, I've had two miscarriages since her birth, and none in the past year. Our plan hadn't changed since we decided to try to have a family. Keep healthy and keep enjoying each other without contraception, if it happens, it happens).
Pickle asked me many times when she could have her little sister and I explained about how it wasn't that easy. It's not like buying something in a shop. It's more like gardening. The Dad needed to plant a seed in the Mum and hopefully that seed might grow into a baby inside Mum and after lots of waiting that baby might be born. But we couldn't choose if the baby would be a boy or a girl, and we couldn't make the seed grow into a baby. We could just do our best and hope.
I also mentioned a seed was more likely to be planted if she stopped coming into our room at night and keeping us awake all night with her kicks and sleep talking.
Pickle started preschool at the beginning of this year. Whenever she was asked to draw a picture of her family it always included her Dad, me, herself and her little sister Annie. The teachers thought she had a little sister and asked me about her. But no, Annie only existed in Pickle's imagination.
(Despite hoping for a sibling, I've had two miscarriages since her birth, and none in the past year. Our plan hadn't changed since we decided to try to have a family. Keep healthy and keep enjoying each other without contraception, if it happens, it happens).
Pickle asked me many times when she could have her little sister and I explained about how it wasn't that easy. It's not like buying something in a shop. It's more like gardening. The Dad needed to plant a seed in the Mum and hopefully that seed might grow into a baby inside Mum and after lots of waiting that baby might be born. But we couldn't choose if the baby would be a boy or a girl, and we couldn't make the seed grow into a baby. We could just do our best and hope.
I also mentioned a seed was more likely to be planted if she stopped coming into our room at night and keeping us awake all night with her kicks and sleep talking.
I heard a good description of sleeping with a small person recently - they only do crucifix or swastika shapes and alternate between them. In the last few months Mr Duncan and I were even taking turns sleeping in the spare room a couple of nights a week each so everyone got better rest.
When her Dad went to the UK for a month for work recently, Pickle slept all night in her own bed for the first time since she was 2.5 (and started having night terrors). She breezed into our bedroom in the morning to wake me up.
"So. Mum. I slept in my own bed ALL night. Can I have my little sister Annie now?"
I praised her for staying in her room all night and reminded her that Dad needed to be here to plant the seed. That was nearly three months ago and her all-night trick has yet to be repeated.
Mr Duncan died six weeks and one day ago - less than four weeks after he came home from his work trip.
Tonight, at dinner, Pickle said
"So I guess we wont be having little sister Annie any more" (in a pretty upbeat manner).
I asked her what made her say that (I find I get much better answers from 'what' questions than 'why' or 'how').
"Because Dad isn't here to plant the seed" (duh Mum).
I replied "Hmm, you're right (taking a deep breath and trying not to crack up and cry). No he isn't. What do you think about that?"
She was quiet for a bit and answered uncertainly.
"Maybe.. one day.. we could have a new Dad?
I asked "would you like that?" but she had gone somewhere else in her mind, gazed out the window and never replied.
When her Dad went to the UK for a month for work recently, Pickle slept all night in her own bed for the first time since she was 2.5 (and started having night terrors). She breezed into our bedroom in the morning to wake me up.
"So. Mum. I slept in my own bed ALL night. Can I have my little sister Annie now?"
I praised her for staying in her room all night and reminded her that Dad needed to be here to plant the seed. That was nearly three months ago and her all-night trick has yet to be repeated.
Mr Duncan died six weeks and one day ago - less than four weeks after he came home from his work trip.
Tonight, at dinner, Pickle said
"So I guess we wont be having little sister Annie any more" (in a pretty upbeat manner).
I asked her what made her say that (I find I get much better answers from 'what' questions than 'why' or 'how').
"Because Dad isn't here to plant the seed" (duh Mum).
I replied "Hmm, you're right (taking a deep breath and trying not to crack up and cry). No he isn't. What do you think about that?"
She was quiet for a bit and answered uncertainly.
"Maybe.. one day.. we could have a new Dad?
I asked "would you like that?" but she had gone somewhere else in her mind, gazed out the window and never replied.
Thing is, I don't want a new Dad for her.
He is her Dad. And he was amazing at it.
It's a big thing for me.
My Dad has always been and continues to be a crap parent (he sent 'condolences' by text message ffs). Fortunately I realised he was just too self involved in my teens, so it hasn't f*ked me up too badly as an adult because I can manage my expectations.
It's a big thing for me.
My Dad has always been and continues to be a crap parent (he sent 'condolences' by text message ffs). Fortunately I realised he was just too self involved in my teens, so it hasn't f*ked me up too badly as an adult because I can manage my expectations.
Low. Very low.
But I was 100% clear with Mr Duncan that were we to have any children, he'd have to actually be a parent. Not technically, because of sperm, but practically, on a minute by minute basis. That if I died, Pickle should never have to wonder who would look after her if I wasn't around. There should be no question! It would be her Dad, who had always looked after her. So he had to be on board before we even started trying.
And once she came into the world, he showed me how fully he was on-board.
How could I possibly meet someone else that I wanted to be in a relationship with, that could Dad as well as Mr Duncan did with Pickle?
But I think it's the first time she's shown me that she misses him.
I know she's worried about me. And, having two sisters of my own, I feel terrible that she doesn't have a little sister Annie to share it all with.
But I was 100% clear with Mr Duncan that were we to have any children, he'd have to actually be a parent. Not technically, because of sperm, but practically, on a minute by minute basis. That if I died, Pickle should never have to wonder who would look after her if I wasn't around. There should be no question! It would be her Dad, who had always looked after her. So he had to be on board before we even started trying.
And once she came into the world, he showed me how fully he was on-board.
How could I possibly meet someone else that I wanted to be in a relationship with, that could Dad as well as Mr Duncan did with Pickle?
But I think it's the first time she's shown me that she misses him.
I know she's worried about me. And, having two sisters of my own, I feel terrible that she doesn't have a little sister Annie to share it all with.
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