Our baby turns two tomorrow, and it has me feeling equal parts nostalgia and excitement.
When I first wrapped her tiny body in my arms, I expected to feel like we were finally being united – like pen-pals meeting for the first time.
But when I beheld her squishy little face, I was surprised to realize that I didn’t recognize her. In fact, I felt like I was staring into the face of the smallest, sweetest stranger I had ever met.
I wanted to ask her a million questions…
Do you know who I am?
Do you like me?
Do you like my cooking?
Do you promise not to move too far away when you grow up?
What’s your favorite color?
What do you like to do for fun?
Are you an extrovert or an introvert?
Do you like volleyball?
Do you like to cook?
Do you like roller coasters? Because I really don’t. Will you hang out at the waterpark with me instead?
I felt like a child myself:
Baby? What are you doing, Baby? Wake up! What are you thinking? I just want to play with you.
I loved the newborn stage. But it was so hard to wait for her personality to shine through. Like holding a present in your hands, but having to wait for Christmas to open it. Except they say not to shake a baby.
And instead of Christmas once a year, she surprises us with something new every single day. It’s like Christmas for eternity!
(Or maybe not eternity. From what I hear, 11 to 15 years old can be a bit more like Ground-hogs Day. The perpetual verdict is: Winter is never going to end. Or at least it feels that way.)
I could tell you a million funny stories from this past year…
Like how she tried to put her one-piece skirted-swimsuit on over her head came crying out to me when her face was stuck in the leg-hole like a lion’s mane.
Or how she startled me when she suddenly poked me in the booty whilst getting ready because my polka-dotted underwear reminded her of the “Press This” book.
Or how, when we’re on a mission and I’m feeling overwhelmed, I subconsciously mutter “We’ve got this,” and she enthusiastically (and clumsily) leaps into the air and loudly squeaks “GO GOT THIS!!!”
It scares me how fast 2 years went by. In another 2 years and she’ll be starting preschool. That terrifies me. I’m not ready! What if I just audit her classes?
Alas… I can only make the most of each day. Good-gravy, I just love this girl.
Alright, “Terrible Two’s”… I’m ready!