Padmé Amidala (ex_senator18) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-04 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, padmé skywalker |
WHO: Anakin, Padmé, and baby!Shmi (Open to Ahsoka too, if she cares to join!)
WHAT: A snapshot of family bliss.
WHEN: Mid-morning
WHERE: Their apartment at The Sanctuary
RATING: TBD (doubt it'll be high)
STATUS: In Progress
"Come along now, darling. You can say it. Ma-ma. Just try. Ma-ma."
Lying on her stomach on the floor of her living room, with her daughter propped up with pillows across from her, Padmé Skywalker looked every bit the role of doting mother and absolutely nothing like the regal Queen-turned-Senator that she'd once been. Everything, from the way she was dressed (a pair of jeans with paint stains from preparing The Sanctuary to open and a simple, dark blue tshirt) to her hair (pulled back in a simple clip and a far cry from her typical, complicated upsweeps), seemed almost out of place for a woman who had run an entire planet at the tender age of fourteen. However, for those who knew her, this was the real Padmé. And if they knew her well enough they'd realize that her unprofessional demeanor during the time of day when anyone of any position of authority could knock on her door for business dealings was a sure sign that she was focused solely on whatever task she'd currently assigned herself and had long since stopped concerning herself with other issues while attending to this one.
The reason for this decision, however, might baffle quite a few. Because, plain and simply, she was doing her best to get her daughter to speak.
According to every website Padmé had visited since she'd discovered she was pregnant, there were certain 'milestones' that a baby was expected to reach throughout the first year of their life. Obviously these were simple things, things that most people took for granted. Sitting up, grasping objects, eating solid foods, crawling, walking. And, of course, speech.
All of the actions that meant the baby was slowly, but surely, growing into being a self-reliant human being. Truth be told, she'd never given much thought to at what age her children were to begin doing these things, but since discovering that late development could be a sign that something else was amiss, she'd been keeping an eye on Shmi's progress. And, of course, being the daughter of the most powerful Jedi to live, the little girl was already well ahead of where most sources said she should be.
Until it came to speaking, that is.
At nearly five months of age, Shmi Skywalker had yet to speak her first word. Granted she cooed, and she gurgled, and she even smacked her lips in an attempt to imitate the words her parents spoke around her. But no discernible bit of language had yet to leave her mouth.
Normally not one to fuss over such trivialities, Padmé had to admit if only to herself that she was becoming a bit concerned. Were they doing something wrong? Were they not speaking to her enough, or using words she could realistically repeat? Maybe Threepio's programming was set at too advanced and the large words he tended to use were confusing her. All of these questions seemed to be plaguing Padmé with no real answer in sight.
So she had decided to take matters into her own hands. Which brought her to her current position of belly-down on the carpet with Shmi sitting across from her. Hardly the image befitting someone of her stature, but she frankly could care less. Her focus was on Shmi.
The baby was happy, well-fed, dressed in clean clothing and diaper. She had toys surrounding her and her favorite teething ring in hand. And had, as of yet, still not said a single word.
With a sigh, Padmé ruffled her daughter's thin, almost blonde hair and lightly tapped the tip of her nose with a smile. "You're right," she assured her as she moved into a sitting position. "I shouldn't rush. You'll speak when you're ready, I'm certain." The sound of the front door opening caused her to peer up, drawing Shmi into her lap as footsteps sounded from the entrance way toward the living room.
As Anakin entered, she gave him a smile and said, simply and almost teasingly, "I do believe your daughter is determined to spend her life having others speak on her behalf."