Happy birthday week to you, my sweet little one, turning 3 on the 28th! We've almost survived the terrible twos...
...and BOY were they TERRIBLE...
Everyone told me, "Welcome to the terrible twos," after your last birthday. And I cringed every time. Not because I didn't think we'd have some terrible moments...because we DID have some terrible moments....
You became a pro at walking, running, and jumping. You were unstoppable. You even got away from us many, many times. I remember watching you as you were falling several times and I couldn't get there fast enough. It was almost like a slow motion camera playing through my mind as you fell.
You threw many fits, tantrums, and went all out Mr. Fussy Pants on several occasions.
You tore up many things of ours...if it had a sticker on it and was in your reach, it was pretty much a goner. Glasses were broken, papers ripped, and chairs turned over...
You depantsed yourself multiple times in the house, and luckily only a few times outside in our front yard.
You pottied in places only boy mommies would know about...and then some.
You spit food out of your mouth. At our house. At restaurants.
You screamed at inappropriate times...even as quiet as you are, it would just "come over you" at times...
You said, "no." Like 5 gazillion times. And then some more.
But I prayed for these moments. Sweet toddler of mine, during the years your daddy and I prayed for you, I hurt a little each time I heard someone tell of their "terrible twos" experience in a frustrated way. Because I would've given anything to have those terrible experiences with my own toddler.
And then, God gave us our turn. And, yes, we had our terrible moments. But that did not define you, my love. You are not any of those terrible things. Most days...
You are calm and quiet.
You are a thinker.
You are creative.
You are a caretaker.
You are kind to others.
You are mannerly.
You are a great, healthy eater.
You are gentle.
You are obedient.
You love Jesus, your family and your friends.
You are loved.
You are a Child of God.
And you are ours.
Mommy loves you, Boo Bear!
Don't let anyone ever tell you you're anything but TERRIFIC!