I had a friend tell me that toddlers are like abusive boyfriends and we are like their low self esteem girlfriends. "We keep coming back to them, love them more and more each time."
It makes me feel like a crazy woman sometimes. How is she at once so endearing and maddening?
This morning I was over-the-moon in love with her. She was shirtless, doing a veggie dance and taking laps around the kitchen while eating "pock-warm" (popcorn). She would pause about every 30 seconds and stand back from her whiteboard to exclaim, "Oh my goodness! Look at THAT!!" She sang, "And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary Mary went."
My heart couldn't take it.
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In an obvious moment of deep contemplation Mike turned to me the other day and said, "Isn't it crazy that we have the capacity to create people we'll someday associate with?"
"Like, our children?" I had to clarify.
"Yeah. You know—don't have any friends? Have some babies."
So weird. Though it is becoming truer and truer. Ada is turning into my buddy.
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Most buddies of mine, however, don't take dry erase marker and scribble up and down the length of their shins before coming in to ask for forgiveness and wipe. (See what I mean?! Abusive. But how could I not love her even more after her obvious try at rectification?) Or throw themselves to the ground and start writhing because I filled their cup with water rather that milk.
When I put her down for a nap she looked up and apologized again. "Sorry, Mommy. No, no color on pants. Color on paper!"
What was going to be a reluctant, guilt-inducing, not-so-motherly, begrudgingly bestowed kiss turned into a shower of smooching. She hated it.
I love her for it.
|my two loves at the park on my 60 degrees, sunny birthday|