Satie is changing so much. There is a little lady in the place of the baby girl her parents have come to know. She has started singing in the car – perfectly matching any pitch that is heard in her tiny ears. She charms anyone who comes into contact with her, babbling her siren song to anyone her little eyes light upon. People in stores are mesmerized by her sweet melodic voice and frequently stop what they are doing to watch her or interact with her. She now plays silly games with her dad, enticing him to allow her to stay awake longer than she should with her rapturous laugher.
Each afternoon after work, her mum is greeted with the most delighted smile and a loud Hey and she can hardly believe only seven and a half short months have elapsed since Satie’s birth. It seems like there was never a time where Satie was not part of her life. It is so easy to get caught in the day to day struggle of working full time and being full time mum that she’s come to realize that time passes before it is wholly enjoyed. She’s sad when she realizes Satie’s childhood is slipping by, one day at a time.
In an effort to reclaim this rapidly escaping resource, Satie’s mum tries to clamor onto the precious moments she has each night as the bedtime hour approaches. At about 7:45 each evening Satie starts to get very sleepy – a time that her mum affectionately calls turning into a pumpkin. After her bath and her evening snack, they retire to the glider in Satie’s room. Here they sit in the darkness snuggled close together under a small blanket, the only sounds filling the room are the white noise from the air purifier and the soft whoosh of the air as it passes them while they glide together. Satie usually wraps her arms around her mum’s neck in a loose hug as she drifts off to sleep. It’s this time of day that is Satie’s mum’s favorite – just sitting quietly, breathing in the essence and sweetness of her sweet girl, silently willing the world to slow down so her baby can be a baby for a little longer. She’s realized much to her chagrin that babies don’t keep and she’s dreading the day when quietly gliding with mummy won’t be enough to soothe the heartaches of the day.
But for now, time spent in the glider together at night makes everything better for both of them – so they glide on, holding one another until Satie is deep asleep and her mum reluctantly concludes the time has come to relinquish her hold for the night and tuck little Satie into bed.
