Higher, push me higher!
She screams, trying to catch up to Didi. Didi, of course, pumps her legs to go higher still, laughing as she swings back and forth.
Bugz, come catch me.
Off they go running. Little feet unable to catch the bigger faster ones, but laughter follows and so do shrieks of frustration.
Biking, biking! Let’s go biking
Longer legs, bigger bike, she zooms off as soon as we get to the trail. With her little bike, sitting comfortably on her bike, training wheels still in place, the little one peddles on leisurely, laughing gleefully as she spots her Didi, every now and then.
With the perpetual need to keep an eye on both of them, I run between the two of them – sometimes faster, sometimes slower, sometimes backwards, sometimes forward. The sun is out, the day is beautiful, the kids are happy, there are laughs, there are stops for hugs, there are endless smiles. As they go about playing, they run circles around me. Never consciously, always unsaid, mostly unacknowledged, yet I always find myself in the middle – middle of their play, middle of their fight, middle of their love – and every time, my heart swells up.
Mumma, let me push her now. Higher and higher!
She comes and takes over, while the little one nods her head excitedly.
No Didi! I can’t catch you.
She comes back to hold hands and off they go running together.
Didi, wait for me!
Barely able to keep her balance, she rides alongside, just to keep the little sister happy.