Through my previous posts, I might have given the impression that little dude and I are always engaged in battles. No. That's not the whole picture. I write about the battles because they're always funny in retrospect. I mean, a big adult versus a puny little 19-month-old...... the thought of it always amuses me, although it's not really funny when you're actually dealing with it.
But there's the other side of the coin. When your exasperation pays off. When you see him doing things that amazes you. When he shows you that he appreciates. Parents all over the world rely on these to keep them going. To keep them sane.
When little dude brings his own laundry to the basket after a bath; when he calls me in that sweet little voice and stretches out his hand to offer me his last bit of snack; when I suddenly find a little pair of arms hugging me in the middle of the night; when I am woken up by slobbery kisses (I used the word 'I' and 'me', but it's the same for the husband). That's when I silently count one more blessing and file the memory in the brain-bank under 'things that made me smile'.
I'm sure you've had such moments too. So my dear comrades-in-arms, let's soldier on.
Have an early night.
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