My daughter is turning two this month. But if you knew her, I wouldn’t have to tell you this. You’d just know.
You’d know from the outfit she’s wearing, because she insisted on picking it out herself. You’d know from the fact that she has cookie crumbs on her cheek at school drop-off at 8am, because little mama wasn’t eating anything else, and you couldn’t bear the thought of her flying into a hungry rage at school. You’d know from the fact that we arrive at any location sans shoes and socks, because apparently, these don’t “feel good” in the car.
The thing is though, this stage, difficult and trying as it may be from time to time, has actually proved to be hilarious. She’s learning and growing by the minute, it seems, and with this, comes some of the funniest moments I’ve ever experienced.
I heard from friends that this stage would be the most enjoyable, and I quickly learned this based on the hilarity that ensues by the fiery need for independence, that burns deep within each toddler. That unrelenting insistence of trying things on their own, refusing to take any help in any form, and relishing in the messes they create for us.
And you learn that every moment with a toddler is like a walking (or stumbling) comedy routine. That with each disaster that ensues, you fall more and more in love.
That unrelenting insistence of trying things on their own, refusing to take any help in any form, and relishing in the messes they create for us.
n short? Life with a toddler can best be summed up in these children’s book quotes:
“The greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely of places.” – Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Yes, this is certainly true. Like behind your couch or under your dining room table. When you’re potty training. And only after something starts to smell a bit funky.
“It’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.” – Judith Viorst, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
The worst day ever, actually. All because you tried to rinse the yogurt out of your child’s hair. And the dog ate the chicken nugget your child threw at him. And the sun isn’t pink.
“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” – Dr. Seuss
Like the middle of the night request for pizza. Or your child insisting on knowing why that man has a hat on. Or where the bird that was once in that tree, six months ago went now. You know, the real head-scratchers.
“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.” – Robert Munsch, Love You Forever
With each tantrum and fit-of-unexplainable-rage, I’ll love you forever. With each repeated question or demand, I’ll love you forever. With each potty accident on the hardwood floor, I’ll love you forever.
And when this stage all feels like a distant memory, and you’ve presented even more parenting challenges for me, I’ll likely love you even harder – because as long as you’re living, baby, MY baby you’ll be.
Originally posted in Creative Child