2 Yr.
It's so strange how two years ago on this date I posted for the very first time here - so much has changed since and I can only assume that so much will change in the future. I feel so much more confident in parenting than I did back then... it was fun and chaotic, and now it is still fun and chaotic but it has settled into a rhythm, or a routine of sorts.
He can be so crazy sometimes, running around the house, pulling books off of the shelves for no reason, emptying the contents of the refrigerator on to the kitchen floor when I'm doing work in my room, taking my watch from my dresser and flushing it down the toilet (was he trying to annoy me?) - just to name a few.
But he is also such a sweet, good boy and he still falls asleep on my chest when I'm putting him to bed, and he can tell when I've had a long day at work and I pick him up from daycare and I have less energy and he'll ask me 'what's wrong?' in such a pure voice. It's at times like those when I know that I truly am raising a good kid, despite working all the time, despite being a single mother.
It's funny because I can see parts of me in him - his stubbornness, for one, which from time to time makes for an intense argument between a tiny two year old and his mother about whether he can stay five more minutes at the playground or not. But it's also weird because he makes facial expressions sometimes that are so much like his father's. There's this face that they both make right before they get angry (ironic, because it pissed me off so much when his father did it but it amuses me when he does) and it startles me a little bit every time it happens.
He is my kid though, and I know this deep in my heart because I have raised this kid every day, this good, pure, wonderful boy. Parenting has not gotten boring, or any less enjoyable, and it's so weird to me that this time has passed and that time will continue passing and this boy will someday be a teenager.
Right now, he's about to get up from his nap, so I guess I should go - I know that while everything is calm right now, that while I have just crammed as much as I can into this two hour time block in the day, once he is awake everything will be moving again. He moves so much; everything is chaotic and exciting and I can hear him now starting to move and in a couple of minutes he'll be singing and then I'll know that it's time to go officially 'wake him up'.
He can be so crazy sometimes, running around the house, pulling books off of the shelves for no reason, emptying the contents of the refrigerator on to the kitchen floor when I'm doing work in my room, taking my watch from my dresser and flushing it down the toilet (was he trying to annoy me?) - just to name a few.
But he is also such a sweet, good boy and he still falls asleep on my chest when I'm putting him to bed, and he can tell when I've had a long day at work and I pick him up from daycare and I have less energy and he'll ask me 'what's wrong?' in such a pure voice. It's at times like those when I know that I truly am raising a good kid, despite working all the time, despite being a single mother.
It's funny because I can see parts of me in him - his stubbornness, for one, which from time to time makes for an intense argument between a tiny two year old and his mother about whether he can stay five more minutes at the playground or not. But it's also weird because he makes facial expressions sometimes that are so much like his father's. There's this face that they both make right before they get angry (ironic, because it pissed me off so much when his father did it but it amuses me when he does) and it startles me a little bit every time it happens.
He is my kid though, and I know this deep in my heart because I have raised this kid every day, this good, pure, wonderful boy. Parenting has not gotten boring, or any less enjoyable, and it's so weird to me that this time has passed and that time will continue passing and this boy will someday be a teenager.
Right now, he's about to get up from his nap, so I guess I should go - I know that while everything is calm right now, that while I have just crammed as much as I can into this two hour time block in the day, once he is awake everything will be moving again. He moves so much; everything is chaotic and exciting and I can hear him now starting to move and in a couple of minutes he'll be singing and then I'll know that it's time to go officially 'wake him up'.
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