Tuesday, September 11, 2012
I'm her mom, I gave birth to her, and still, often times I have to stop and think who is this kid talking at me in sentences? How did she get so old? So cool? So fun to be around? And so funny to boot? How did she go from a little baby to this. This talking, walking, acting-like-a-big-kid-person.
Sometimes I feel like I did a good job savoring all her littleness. I know that she's still little in perspective. In the grand scheme of things. But, whoa. Did I, really? Did I do a good job taking it all in?
Sometimes I'm amazed at the person she's becoming. What a tender heart I know she has. Even though we (often) have those moments of, holy-toddlerhood, I'm still kind of in awe of her soft heart. The way she's so gentle and kind with her little sister. The way she knows when she does something that may have hurt someone. The way she says sorry and wants to hug-it-out when something goes awry.
Sometimes we have our bad moments. The ones you hear about when people talk about toddlerhood, you know the ones. And then in the next fleeting moment, it's all over. Like it was just a blip on the radar, and really, mostly, we have so much fun together. The good days do overshadow the not-so-good ones. In the end, I wouldn't have it any other way.
She's mine. And I adore her. Silly, crazy, 2-year-old antics and all.