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My Side Kick

At some point in the last month, I looked over and saw my baby girl for what she is. A toddler.  Obviously I get reminders daily.  I think  they call it something like the "terrible twos" maybe.  I joke.  Because she really isn't that bad.  She is spirited, and I have learned to embrace it.  She is vocal, and I love it--even if she is screaming and screeching 

I say this with caution:  I am hitting my stride here.

I am finally feeling like a mom.  I am finally feeling like I know what I am doing.  I finally feel like I have SOME control   The newborn stuff is cute and all--but this toddler stuff is where it's at for me.

The thing for me, is that I work better with little humans that have some form of reasoning.  She is starting to understand cause and effect in a bigger way.  She is starting to understand "choices".  Don't get me wrong.  She tests daily.  But I don't find frustration in these learning opportunities.  I can see it in her eyes.

Alright mom told me not to throw the crayons on the floor, what happens if I do it just one more time...

 Teaching moments like this occur over and over again.  And I love it.  I love that she is testing boundaries.  I feel like a mom, a good mom, when I am tested and given this opportunities to help her learn and grow.

I remember it clearly.  It was last Saturday when I looked at her and decided she is like my little side kick.  She is such a big helper and LOVES it.  I hand her dirty clothes and she will put them in the laundry room; trash to the trash; helps me load the dishwasher; etc.  Love it!  She talks to me constantly.  Most of the time I have no idea what she is saying, but I smile and talk back.  But when I look down to the little hand holding mine, and those big blue eyes looking up at me--I realize, I want these moments to last forever.  I absolutely love this age.




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Erin said…
ahhh, the pig tails. I love the pig tails!
2/07/2013 10:00 PM
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