I realize I've been whining about how hard it is to be a mother lately. But. There's also joy to be found. Tons and tons of joy through the tantrums and suffocating attachments. Between the pleas to eat more than a bite for dinner and the 7th potty trip to avoid picking up toys.
There's indescribable joy.
When she asks to "reach me" for a squeeze for no reason what so ever.
When she says "Yuh you Mama. SO much" after a particularly bad tantrum.
When she says orange instead of "Gor-range"
When she willingly eats her chicken.
When she stops what she's doing to dance.
When she tries to avoid eating dinner by singing the ABC song 18 times in a row.
When she has a fit of joy because daddy is home.
There is so so many moments of joy to be found. And getting out the hard parts out of my head has helped me to appreciate them.
She's SO smart. She's SO happy. (Most of the time)
She knows so much and she's only two. She can count backwards from 10, identify colors and shapes. She can make a tower that is 15 blocks tall. She can allllmost jump. She can identify tons of things just by sound like a door opening or a shower running. She knows the different sounds that a violin, cello, guitar and banjo make.
She amazes me everyday.