Yesterday, Will picked his nose and ate it. Last week, he held his blankie up to his body and declared "Mom, look at me. I'm a woman!" The other day, he picked up his fallen Little Tykes basektball goal and said to Eva, "I'll move it for you, sweetie pie." [parroting his father's pet name for Eva.] Today at the zoo he had full conversations with Caden Wayman (our godson and fellow 2 yr. old) about lunch and which animals were his favorites, and yesterday in the car he told me about a picture he had made on the computer with Mike and Kendra when they watched him the other day (he explained every detail and- I saw the picture, only he didn't know it- he explained it perfectly). How is it that he is growing up at breakneck speed? Can't I just slow things down a little bit?
To be honest, I don't really want to slow things down. It's fun seeing the developement take place. Also, it makes me laugh and laughing is good. But it sure is mind numbing to watch him turn into someone different (new and improved at times, other times, notsomuch) almost overnight. How did he pick up on that so fast? or Where in the world did he get that? are frequent thoughts jumbling around in my befuddled brain. And all my brain can say back is "C'mon, Gina. Keep up the pace. This is nothing- only the beginning." To which I reply "Alas brain, you are right." [note: I don't usually say 'alas' but I also don't really carry on complete dialogues with my brain, so just go with it.]
I have a feeling that this is going to be a recurring theme for some time to come. Maybe this is just what being a parent is like. The fact that something you made can become it's own independent creature, with it's own thoughts and feelings and personality is difficult to grapple with at times. But it's also one of the most exciting things I have yet to experience in my lifetime. And in the midst of dirty diapers, constant laundry, teething, and time-outs, that excitement is like a drug that I can't get enough of.
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Tonight when I put Kaitlyn to bed, I paused and looked at her and had one of these moments. I told her that she was so big, and she was growing up too fast. "I think you suddenly grew on me again," I said.
Then she said, "Mom? Doesn't that mean I can have the polish?"
"What?"
"The polish. I grew older, so can I have the polish now?"
That's when I remembered - two weeks ago she found some kiddie nail polish that had come in some little beauty kit we got somewhere. I had put the polish aside because she wasn't old enough for it. When she found it she asked if she could have it, and I said, "no, not right now. Maybe when you're older."
Can you believe that? I guess it's another sign that she actually is getting older, if she's remembering these things. **sigh**
I think you're right - it seems like this is what being a parent is all about. I'm not sure I can handle it. :)
Mmmm...exactly how I feel. Way to capture it. I feel like Noah too is developing at a relentless speed, and I'm trying to keep up.
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