Intermission - A note to Jace.

I loved you all at the age of 2 - when your words were new and cute as they stumbled round and bouncy from your chubby cheeks as you toddled about discovering things. 

This is my favourite age for all children. The two's are not terrible, they are fascinating. It's the transition period of communication. I miss you all at that age, but Jacie... he seems to have carried this period longer. Maybe because he's the baby. Maybe because the others have grown so independent.

His vocabulary is extensive now, but still he bounces, with his big eyes and thoughtful sentences.

Dear Jacien,

This is what you said today, when you grinned at me i picked you up and kissed your face and told you you would grow up to be an awesome chicken.

This is your dream to be a chicken that lays eggs.

You smiled and bounced away and said in your matter of fact voice, Yes i am.

(Che called out to dad that he would be a power ranger when he grew up.

Tivi, who had been smiling a - 'Silly brothers' smile - said dad i'm going to be a teacher.)

Dad smiled at you all but turned to you my little aspiring chicken and said 'You know we eat chicken with your chicken and rice, if you grow up to be a chicken what will happen to you?'

You looked slightly worried at this, so i intervened and said you would be a special not allowed to be eaten chicken.

Yes dad, i am a Special Chicken!

Later on you said to me when you were doing your wooster noise, that a chicken is not a wooster. 

I laughed and told you but you were special. A chicken wooster, who would lay eggs for me to eat and wake me in the morning.

You smile and say yes, yes but the eggs will not have babies in them.

Haha... you are piecing together bits of information... and sometimes they don't make sense, so we make up the bits that don't work and fill in the gaps between reality and imagination with ideas that may or may not be true :P... In your 3 years of life, in this world that is yours, a boy can love his chicken, a boy can be a chicken, a chicken can be a rooster, and a rooster can lay eggs.

I will be very sad the day you are told by some sorry soul that you cannot be a chicken rooster, i will be nostalgic when you decide you no longer want to wake people up or lay eggs.

You tell me that we should have another baby, a girl in my belly and a boy in yours.

we will have star babies in our bellies together. I imagine you pregnant. I laugh. You laugh. I am in love with your imagination, your big brown eyes, that cheeky smile.

I love that you can be anything right now. I wish i could keep you here forever.