I’m Two, Too
Parents tell me that these years will fly by. I know they will; two years already have. And here’s the thing — I want to remember the everyday stuff. Milestones are great. But when it comes down to it, I want to remember the “little” stuff. I want to remember how excited you were to play on the grass once all the snow melted and the air warmed, how you screamed with delight, “I’m on the grass! I’m on the grass!” I want to remember how you opened your birthday present to discover Alpha Pig and then sweetly had Monkey give him a welcome hug. Or how you randomly come to me to hug and rub my leg as if to say Hey mom, just checkin’ in.
I worry about forgetting stuff, mostly because I have a pretty terrible memory. It’s true; ask your dad. We once watched nearly half of a movie before I realized I’d seen it before. I would like to not have a crappy memory when it comes to our life together. This blog, while definitely a way to keep me sane through the tough, bizarre, and downright absurd times, is also a chance for me to remember.
Last week, I put together a list of facebook status updates from the past year. Go on and google facebook if it’s not still around; you’ll still be able to because I’m pretty sure Google will own the world by the time you’re old enough to read this. I did this in an attempt to revisit the everyday. It was quite an experience and I learned a lot about myself and us. I spend a lot of time worried about what you eat (or don’t eat as is usually the case). My life is consumed by nap times, meals, diapers, play dates, PBS, playing, diapers. Sounds pretty freakin’ exciting, doesn’t it? And yet, I know it won’t last, that some day, I will miss it for sure.
I won’t have you this little ever again. And in those moments, I’d like to be able to press pause. Or even better, wait. Wait up. Take your time. Don’t grow so fast.
Just the other day I was telling your daddy that a year ago, I would’ve thought Holy crap, how am I going to handle a two-year-old? But here I am. We are. Doing it together and learning along the way. Last week you turned two; and so did I.
Happy second birthday, my Boo.