I have been very pensive this week, and maybe a wee bit sentimental over the fact that Caleb is turning 2. Yes, I do understand that it is 2, and not 30, but still. I have found myself thinking about how quickly these two years have passed, and how too soon the others will as well. Maybe that is why I am hesitant to put him in a Mother's Day out, or any other type of "school" so early on. There will be plenty of school for later, and I have become selfish of my time with him. I guess it all boils down to the fact that I didn't think that I would take to motherhood as much as I have, or that being a "Boy Mama" first would capture every fiber of my being like it did. I didn't count on loving the sticky sweetness that comes from a syrup-covered toddler as he runs his chunky hands through my hair, the enjoyment I would find over playing in the floor with a hot wheels car for a good solid 30 minutes while laundry awaited, or the cravings I would have for the smell of a sweaty little man, who spent the morning trying to beat the squirrels out of park trees. (I may have had a hand in teaching him that--but they really do outnumber us--one or two less isn't going to matter =). So as I rush out to get the birthday food for a Saturday marked with sugar infused two year olds, I think about how thankful I am for the juice stains on the rug, the pens stuck in the VCR, and the soft sounds of "mama" coming from his crib. Almost enough to make me want another right now. Almost.... =)
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