Photo by Tilly
Four-year-old Avi is full of life, bright, spunky and happy. But boy oh boy, does she give us a run for our money. I’ve made it through many a day by reminding myself “you survived this with Adalia and Enoch, you can survive it again”.
She’s one of those children who make you laugh and cry, all in the same moment.
A few weeks ago at the library, I had her standing by my side while I looked up a book on the computer. At a table next to us two very large twelve or thirteen-year-old boys were talking. One must of said they were hungry because pretty soon Avi was saying:
“Hi Hungry, my name’s Avi, what’s your name? Hi Hungry, my name’s Avi, what’s your name? Hi Hungry, my name’s Avi, what’s your name?”
Repeatedly in her loudest voice to these two boys.
Since there was no quieting her, I whisked her away to the other side of the library (her chanting the whole way) to find our book. While looking for our book, we heard the siren of an ambulance. Avi kept asking what that noise was (even though she knew full well) and what it was for. I kept answering her question “it’s an ambulance going to help someone who’s hurt”. She wouldn’t quit repeating her question, so finally, to distract her, I said, “what do you think it’s doing, Avi?”
“I think it’s coming to the library…to kill us all!” she answered, her eyes widening in mock fear.
Where does this child get these ideas?
She is so dramatic…these pictures I post of her. You think I pick the silliest ones to put up? No, she can’t look at a camera without pulling some goofy face.
One of her newest tricks is to repeatedly ask, “Mom, are we home now?” when we are out anywhere. We can be at the library, park, beach, driving in the van and every two minutes she will say, “Mom, are we home now?” Not are we there yet, or how much longer, but are we home? As if she’s never seen our house before and can’t identify it…
Oh, Avi. You give us a run for our money, but we wouldn’t trade you for the world.