Two years ago tonight I was just a few days away from the most incredible day of my life. The day we met Rylan. This week is full of emotions.
For all the things that signal the era of parenting we’re about to begin, the terrible two’s, I do already have a favorite. Conversing.
When Mike and I went to Mexico for five nights in June we left a little boy with a growing vocabulary. When we returned we were greeted by a little boy stringing together two, three and four word phrases, working so hard to tell us what he is seeing in the world around him and how he wants to be a part of it. My favorites…
- Oh, hi mama!
- Ry see it
- Ry push it
- I try it
- I do it
- Woah. Muscles
- More milk please
- Tona (i.e., Kona) outside
- No Tona (again, how he says Kona’s name right now)
- Tona barking
- Tona no barking
- No raining. Sunny out
- Ry needs (insert a myriad of requests)
- Daddy plays the drums
- Mike guitar
- Daddy/mommy made it
- I see outside
There are so many more new phrases and every day he surprises us with a new word that I can’t even imagine how he learned it. Tonight it was frisbee and porcupine when we were reading one of his favorite Words picture book.
We also had a hilarious and all-boy conversation on Monday about who poops. He said “sorry mama” when I was rushing to re-change a fresh diaper before daycare drop off. I told him not to be sorry because everyone poops. He sat there for a minute, processing the information, and promptly asked, “Mickey Mouse poop?” We then had to go through every character of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse to talk about who poops. I am the mom of a boy, no doubt.
Ry will be two on Friday, and this birthday week is full of reflections for me. It feels like a really big birthday.
Last year I was an emotional wreck about stopping breastfeeding after 12 long but proud months. Ry’s walking was on the horizon but he was still taking his sweet time. Today he is running circles around us, daily, and tests our conviction as he learns how to press buttons and explore boundaries.
From birth to 12 months we made sure he survived. From 12 to 24 months the shift from survival parenting to ACTUAL parenting has been incredibly real…and fun, scary, exhausting, rewarding, confusing, and the list goes on. It’s hard not to obsess about every teachable moment and remember that he’s just two, and his “up please mama” requests are ever-fleeting. I am proud of Mike and I for stumbling through the transition and making the time to talk daily about what’s working, what’s not working and how to remain on the same page. Communication, listening and forgiveness is everything right now. Everything.
I’m going to be the mama of a two year old. It’s hard to comprehend. I am happy. I am tired. I worry to a fault. And, I am in love. I am head-over-heels in love with my family.