Baby Of Mine With The Terrible Twos
Updated: Jan 13
Every few days I take a moment to reflect on how much my babies have grown. Because I see them everyday I have to take a step back and really look at them. When I do I am always amazed at how long their limbs have gotten, and how funny, clever and stubborn they are. At ages 2.5 and 4.5 they know how to drive Lucas and I crazy. Most days are pretty intense and it can be challenging at times to take it all in and really appreciate what magical little humans they have become.
Things are not always so magical of course. We are deep into the terrible twos and just yesterday Fletcher looked at me with his twinkly and mischievous little eyes and decided to spit in my hair. We had been playing, he wasn't even mad about anything. Simply out of the blue he felt the urge. Well, into his thinking spot he went and proceeded to spit all over the floor where he was sitting. Have you heard the expression "so mad I could spit"? Yeah, seems like it's an actual thing. He started this "mad spitting" shortly after he turned two and sadly he has not grown out of it yet.
I look forward to leaving the terrible twos behind but then I think about what that actually means. There will be less misunderstandings, meltdowns and demands for independence, the familiar "I want to do it myself" but there will be fewer cuddles, drooly kisses, and sweet giggles. I think that raising kids is paradoxical at times. We as parents have an end game to raise well adjusted, independent, kind and intelligent people. Sometimes we can get so caught up in what's coming next, that next phase, that we overlook what is happening right now. Life with kids is fast, everyone will tell you that it goes by so quickly. I hope that I will be able to look back in 20 years and feel like I was really there while my kids grew up, that I felt all the highs and lows of parenthood.
Today I had a moment. It was totally ordinary but the feelings were big. Fletcher let me cuddle and rock him to sleep (see picture above for proof). THIS NEVER HAPPENS. He wouldn't even let me hold him for his nap on our recent flight home from Tenerife. He literally slept standing up while resting his head on the seat, rather than letting me hold him. But what a sweet moment it was. I loved the way his little hands were curled up on my chest and the still weight of his little body in my arms. I get so nostalgic for the days when I used to hold and nurse my babies to sleep. What a special and sleep deprived time it was.
Sometimes all we need is an ordinary moment to remind us what being a parent is all about.
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