Apparently being two is super hard. You have all this
|"I do it" freestyling. It is like nursery parkour.|
|Like this but with less nostril and nicer brows.|
It is hard to let go a little. It is hard to see the child we carried move toward a life that is her own. It is the natural progression. I get that. I love her fire and her spirit. I love that she is barreling headfirst into life. I just want to slow it down a little. I just want her to want to hold my hand for a little while longer. I want her to let me help her put her shoes on. I want her to stay my baby. Just for a minute longer. But we don't get a choice. Time marches on and those little babes grow into people who have their own ideas about how they want things done. I just didn't expect that to happen when she was two. I didn't expect her to want to change her own diaper for pete's sake. Everyday is a challenge of leaning to let her try things. I have to remind myself even the most mundane tasks are new and interesting to her. Slow down, mama, and let the kid learn. The alternative is a public display of personality every 3.2 minutes, which is way way worse for everyone. So you are welcome, Lady baby and World at Large. I will suffer for your pleasure.