I sat watching my 2 year old ride his bicycle around the yard. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. It’s what he does these days. It’s his thing. I feel the need to document it, because honestly, I don’t remember what his thing was a month ago. People with children keep telling me, “It goes too fast.” It surely does. It seems like it was just yesterday that he fit into the crook of my elbow and I marveled at his small size. It’s amazing how much has changed. He has such a personality. While the terrible twos can be exhausting, especially with his defiant nature, I try to pause and relish in him. We laugh, dance, snuggle, and act downright silly. I am recapturing my childhood through him.
Yesterday, I went to the grocery store with him. I picked up some yogurt (the one with the little cars on the package, because he likes those). He was so elated that he HAD to hold them. He rode around in the cart, proudly holding his yogurt and counting from 1 to 4, stopping occasionally to say, “Mommy, there’s four.”
If there is anything that I can learn from this little soul, it is that it’s all about the little things. I feel that if we take time to take pleasure in the little things, life will be easier. I’m not saying that if you take joy in yogurt, it’ll help you with depression, for instance. Obviously, I’m not trying to discount your challenges, but maybe, it’ll make the ride a little easier.
One foot in front of the other.