This child. She is my heart, my soul and my world & I’m convinced she was entrusted to us to teach us patience.
Because, oh my dear does she challenge mine on a daily basis.
She’s a little firecracker of emotion. One minute she’s cuddles & kisses, the next she’s piss & vinegar.
I had forgotten how hard this age is… being right on the cusp of 2. She understands so much and wants to communicate with us but the words don’t always come and it’s frustrating. There are tears, many times from all parties involved and days we climb into bed wondering what we’re doing wrong.
But the reality is we’re doing nothing wrong. She’s learning to communicate and understand her environment and in order to figure out where all the boundaries exist she has to push them. Sometimes it feels like those boundaries are a far distant speck of dotted white line that I can barely see as she’s barreling toward me full speed ahead. But they are still there and every day we creep back a little closer to them.
I have to remind myself (often daily) that I can’t keep comparing her to Madison at the same age. Madison is a different child. Reserved, deliberate, cautious. Hannah looks at caution and laughs at it as she’s nose diving off the couch. (not an exaggeration).
Madison was just entering a world of having a sibling and sharing attention. Hannah has never been the center of attention. Madison hadn’t even started preschool yet, Hannah has been going for almost half of her life.
So we’re learning and falling and continuing to get back up because she is so loved and makes life infinitely more exciting and fun.
I’m convinced she’s destined to do amazing things… ya know, so long as she makes it to 2.