Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Little Miss Two

We are deep within the throes of the terrible twos. Suddenly, EVERYTHING has become SO dramatic.

It used to be that I would drop her off at daycare and have to beg for kisses. Now, she practically climbs my body in an attempt to keep me from leaving.

In the past, if she was upset, the magic word was B-A-T-H. Now, you almost have to beg her to go with you into the bathroom.

Want her to get ready to go for the day? You have to trick her into her coat and shoes.

Don't allow her to have something she wants...She makes it known that she feels the world is coming to an end.

I don't like this. I don't like it at all.

I always dreamed that I would raise a fully independent child who needed me very little. It's not that I don't want her to need me. As a matter of fact, at 5 o'clock this morning, when she was sitting in the chair with me, wrapped her arms around me, and said, "Snuggle, Mommy, snuggle," I was quite certain that I never wanted her to decide she didn't need me. I guess teaching her that I'll always be there is part of her becoming independent.

1 comment:

Deb said...


I've got one of my own that age, and OH THE DRAMA. Funny, the oldest? Went right through 2 like it didn't even happen. But her sister? Ask her a question and she'll throw herself across the floor and sob like the world's ending. And when she gets angry...I don't think teh intarwebs need a record of what happens then.

Which is a really long way of saying, I feel for ya. Hang in there...