The other morning Kiwi got up before the rest of the family. Like many mornings, we cuddled on a chair and woke up together. I pulled a quilt over us, one I’d sewed when I was pregnant with Peeper.
“I made this quilt when I was pregnant with your sister,” I told Kiwi.
“I come there?” Kiwi asked.
I wasn’t sure what she meant. “When you pregnant?” she added.
I clarified that I was pregnant with her after Peeper was already born. (Details like these often escape toddlers.)
“You grew inside me,” I explained. I pinched two fingers together until they were almost touching. “You were this little, and then you grew bigger and bigger and bigger inside my belly until you were born!”
Kiwi paused, taking this in. Then she said, “Thanks, mommy.”
You’re welcome, my beautiful daughter. Even without that perfect toddler thank you, I’d do it a million times over if it meant I’d get you in my life.