I could not love my little mice any more. Every day they both amaze me.
LM is quite serious and nothing phases her. She's just quiet and very observant- twice today, I completely forgot she was even with me. (Don't worry, I didn't leave her anywhere.) But if you pay her the slightest bit of attention, her face lights up with a 100-watt smile and she's cooing and laughing, and you are the center of her world. (Doesn't matter who you are, MM and the guy bagging my groceries get the same reaction. Should I be jealous? Nah...) She is such a sweet little soul and the best surprise I've ever received. Sometimes the best things in life are those you didn't expect. Every day she is with me is a miracle, as she reveals a little more about herself and I really enjoy just getting to know her.
BigM is the opposite of serious- and everything is a new and exciting adventure. She is anything but quiet, but she doesn't miss a thing either. And even if I wanted to forget she was there, her constant and quirky chatter reminds me she's never too far for a hug and a kiss. She is stubborn and loving. She tests me daily (hourly?!?) I could not be more proud of the little girl she has become, but I also feel a sense of loss that she is no longer a baby. Tonight as I was putting her to bed, she impulsively grabbed me for a hug and said, "I love you, Mama."
Those are the kind of moments I live for. A few nights ago, we were rocking in the rocking chair before bed, and I was thinking she's getting a little too big for this (size wise, really, she's the tallest 2yo I've ever seen...) and at the same time thinking I'd cuddle her when she's 13, 23 or 33 if she'd let me. I asked her for a hug, saying, "Some day you won't want to hug me." She looked up at me with these big eyes, as if I had told her there was no more ice cream on earth. She just couldn't fathom that possibility. What age is it that your children start to realize you're not perfect, that you're a human and you do make mistakes? I really don't want to know.
What I do know is I am so blessed and so thankful that I am in a position where I can stay home with my little mice. I get to cherish every smile, every hug and even every "time out." Despite the chaos and the craziness and the fact that it's been more than 2 years since I went potty by myself, there is no place on earth I'd rather be than right here, right now.
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Pottying by yourself is overrated.
The age at which children realize that adults (ESPECIALLY their parents) are not perfect lies somewhere between 11 and 13 - I see it every day. Be forewarned, you have 10 more years for your oldest baby to worship you. Don't worry though, it comes back eventually. :)
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