You’re officially two. It definitely looks good on you. I’ve actually been telling people you’re two for a few months now because you don’t seem one anymore. One year old is babyhood. Two years old is toddlerhood. I think you hit it early. And by hit-it-early, I mean those tantrums and pouting…. yikes! I try not to laugh when you pout, but I’m not good at that. Usually, you will walk away with your hands over your eyes and just plant your face into whatever is softest. And yes, I roll my eyes at you a lot. I know you don’t believe it now, but not getting to shove knives into light sockets or not suffocating a dog with a plastic bag is just not reasons to cry about. Take it from me.
You’re such a real person now! I know that seems like a weird thing to say but before you were just so different. You couldn’t communicate like you do now. You are beyond stubborn. Stubborn to the point where I’m taking deep breaths and wondering if I should take up meditation. And even though I hate this stubbornness, I love it. Who are you going to be in 16 years? I want that stubbornness to push you to be the best you can be. I pray you will follow your dreams and no matter how many time life says, “no. stop it!” You just push right past. Because that’s who you are.
You play it tough but you’re soft. I can tell because when you lash out in anger and you see me cry or hear the dog squeal, your face changes. It goes from livid to sorry. You always try to fight back your tears because you didn’t really mean it. “S-sorry, mommy…” you whisper. “S-sorry, Bently…” you say as you try to console him. You’re not a mean as you try to play. You’re sensitive. And that’s ok.
Another thing I hope never changes is your love of sharing. Even if it’s the last bite of a cookie, if someone asks, you’ll always give it up. And the smile on your face shows that you were just happy to have a bite at all. You just pass it off and giggle as you climb down from the barstool. Like it was a no-brainer to you. Like it’s just that simple. I hope that even when you’re older, you still share whatever you have, even if it’s all you have. You should never regret giving your best to others, even if they don’t give it back in return.
I hope that you know that I love you. I hope one day you realize that when I say no, it’s not because I want to be mean but because I want only the best for you. I pray that year two will be the best year yet. I hope you climb higher, jump further, and continue to grow into the person that God planned for you to be. Be who you are, no matter what others say.