I vaguely remember an ad targeted at mothers which went, "Don't you love them just that little bit more when they're asleep...?"
Well, there is something pretty irresistable (and optimistically angelic) about the sight of my sleeping "babies". So often I just have to run and grab the camera, try to capture their innocence and fleeting tranquility.
The other night there was something about the quality of the light and the sweetness of my sleeping daughter that was so very "Pinterest"... without any photo editing at all. Of course my amateurish attempt hardly does justice to it, but one day when she's all grown up, I will be able to gaze upon this (slightly fuzzy) image and remember with an ache, just how beautiful she is/was.
Sweet when asleep, yes.
But even sweeter when doing the dishes...
Photographic evidence that sometimes chore and sticker charts work.
(And sometimes kids do too)
Miracles do happen.
Sweetest of all?
Watching my girl play her heart out.
My girl has the makings of a great little netballer.
She's fit and strong. She has the height and the hand-eye coordination (phew - she didn't take after me).
But most of all she plays with passion.
Her eye on the ball at all times, waiting for the chance to play her part.
It was a sweet moment indeed when she glowed to me, "MUM! I Love netball! I think I've finally found my thing!"
Her thing. Dash has had his "thing" since he was a preschooler. Football.
But Miss Fab has tried stacks of things (dancing, gymnastics, dancing, gymnastics), and nothing really stuck.
She's part of a team. She's good at what she does.
She's making new friendships and rekindling old ones.
Every Wednesday afternoon her family comes out to cheer her on. For once, it's all about her.
My heart feels all warm and glowy just thinking about it.
My sleeping angel, dish-doing athlete, sports-girl daughter.
Who won the cross country by a mile in Year Two and surprised us all.
And who loves netball.
Man, I love that kid. And boy, am I proud of her.