I have to be honest. We haven’t had an easy couple of weeks. I’ve been tired and cranky, and you’ve been..well you’ve been a 2 year old. I sometimes struggle to keep up with your energy levels, mood swings and your newfound urge for independence. You are a firecracker. You keep me on my toes constantly. You will eat pancakes one day and turn your nose up to them the next. You keep me guessing. You are not pleasant when you wake up from naptime. It usually takes a popsicle to get you in a good mood. Sometimes a popsicle doesn’t even do the trick, and you just want to whine for 20 minutes. That’s ok. Sometimes I need to whine for 20 minutes too. That never really goes away. Even though the past few weeks have been tough, you have still managed to amaze me, teach me, and most of all melt my heart.
Sometimes when I am having an exhausting day I take you up for an early bath. I let you pick a movie to watch in our bed and you and I lay there in silence. I lay my head on your little chest and you play with my hair while you watch Beauty and the Beast. I hear the thump-thump of your little heart beating. I still remember the first time I ever heard that sound. I was only 7 weeks pregnant and I told Daddy not to come to the doctor. It was just a blood test and he had to work. It ended up not just being a blood test though, and I had an ultrasound. I will never forget how I felt to hear the sound of your little heart beating. The little thump-thump of your heart is sometimes all I need to hear.
I woke you up from a nap today and carried you into my room for some mama-mini snuggles. You were still so sleepy and you curled up in the crook of my arm and you were so relaxed. Your hair was sticking up like crazy and your cheeks were so warm. I could feel you sighing as you started to wake up. You wrapped your little hand around my finger and placed your other hand on top of mine. We laid there listening to the rain for a long time.
You don’t just need me. I need you. Thank you for being such an amazing kid.
I love you,