Some days are really hard. Seriously. I mean, I was never one of those girls that dreamed of staying home all day with a toddler. I know how lucky I am but I knew – without a doubt – that it would be harder than a full-time job.
But THIS hard? I’m not sure I was totally prepared.
She’s amazing, for sure. But she also has sass clear up to her …neck! I think I’m being punished for every bad thing I thought of as a child. I rarely did anything wrong but I sure considered it!
She’s talking like crazy but it usually translates to yelling and let’s be honest, she gets it from me. When did I become such a yeller? And sadly, I’m the only one she “listens” to so even when Cristy tries to dicipline, I end up being the mean one.
I’m looking forward to three. I know, I know… it doesn’t end at three. Most people tell me to just plan on being crazy until she’s four. But when she’s three she’s be closer to four so that’s where I am today. <grin>
But right when I’m wishing for this phase to end, I look back and realize how much I miss all that has already gone by and I remind myself to cherish it all. The screaming, the kicking, the throwing food, the tantrums at the grocery store, … the falling asleep in my arms, the kisses, the hugs, the smiles, the sassy attitude.
As hard as some days are, the idea that I’m not missing a single moment gives me great joy.
I love you, Glory Ella.