Saturday, 23 November 2013

Would a Lily, by another name ...

Names are strange and wonderful things.

Name the Devil, and he will appear. Find out someone's True Name and you will have power over them.

Name a baby and you turn sound into an identity. Something that was an apostle, a flower, your friend from primary school's brother or a weather system transforms to become, indelibly, a new person.

The name becomes the child and the child becomes the name.

Lily

Friday, 1 November 2013

Our girl

Five weeks ago today, our new baby Lily Raema was born. Already it's hard to imagine life without her hanging out in her Moses basket in the corner of the living room during the day, or when we only transported one child around at a time.
Lily

Lily now
Amotai November 2011
Lily is an absolute delight, and I am constantly surprised by how different she and Amotai seem already. They look fairly similar, but that's where it ends. I know it's easy to scoff at the idea of a five week old having clear differences in personality to her brother, but it's quite apparent in how she reacts to certain situations, and the rhythms she's fallen into. I love having Lily, and can't wait to watch her grow up. At the same time, I am also enjoying her newborn-ness, and don't want time to move too quickly. That's the thing with having a second child.  I am so much more aware of how transient this time is, and how big she'll become in the blink of an eye. Yesterday, Amotai told me that the horse in his book was going to the supermarket to buy grapes for Amotai to eat at the table, and food for me to cook. It's hard to believe that two years ago, it was him in the Moses basket. Who knows what Lily will be saying two years from now,