Today there was a happy wee rite of passage in the Kilday household. My wee niece Chloe came upstairs to see me and she helped me with my medication. She's only 15 months old but she handed me bottles and blister strips for me to count out. All the nephews and niece before her have done exactly this when they've been as young.
I sent the eldest niece Maria a message on her Blackberry to let her know that the wee yin had taken over what she started about a decade ago. When I was recovering after my bone marrow transplant Maria lived only a hundred metres or so away and so would spend lots of time with me, helping me gain strength and just keep me company. She took it upon herself as a two year old to start counting out my tablets for me. She never, ever looked upon them as anything other than helping her uncle Paul - these were never looked upon like sweeties, which considering the steroids I was taking were bright red, sugar coated pills, was hugely impressive. Somehow she just knew the difference. I sometimes wonder if it was reckless of me to allow her access to this stuff but it never became an issue. It never did with the boys (my two nephews Daniel and Ewan) either, with the most amusement coming from dissolving co-codamol in water for me. They have all referred to them as plunk-fizzes.
Maria's now at high school and she never fails to amuse me and thrill me with how she carries herself. She's the kindest, brightest wee soul you could care to meet. If the others come close to as impressive as my wee pal is then we can all be very proud of them.
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