A very 2-year-old kind of day

One day not too long ago, my 2-year-old, Eliza, was having a very 2-year-old day. She said “no” more times than I could count. She stomped her feet and stuck out her lip. If I asked her to go this way, she went that way. If I asked her to go that way, she stood still. If I said, “Fine, then, stand still,” she would run at me and try to bite me.

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I scooped her up in my arms, held her close and said, “Oh, Eliza, you’re my little wild child.”

“No! I not wild child. I Liza!” she yelled before taking off again.

She was right. She is a wild child, but she is still Eliza, the little girl who can frustrate me and still manage to make me smile.

I knew I had to get her out of the house, so I packed up the kids and hit the park. My son took off running through the dirt, not caring at all about the grass clippings sticking to his shoes or the bottom of his pants getting wet. My daughter, in her very 2-year-old mood, took one look at the dewy ground and demanded to be carried.

I scooped her up in my arms, held her close and said, “Oh, Eliza, you’re just a little princess, aren’t you?”

“No! I not the princess. I Liza!” she yelled before kicking out of my arms and onto the ground.

She was right. That girl is the furthest thing from a princess. She’s what I call a bruiser – rough, always ready to wrestle and a huge fan of tackling her big brother. She might be a little particular at times, but that’s only part of what makes her Eliza.

Shortly into our trip, my son came over to me whining because he didn’t remember to bring the toy he wanted to bring to the park. He simply COULDN’T enjoy his time at the park without this toy. Life IS GOING TO END because this toy, instead of being at the park, was lying neglected on the floor in our house.

My eyes drifted across the playground to my daughter, who had snapped out of her very 2-year-old mood and couldn’t care less that she didn’t have a toy with her. She ran over to me with a huge smile on her face.

I scooped her up in my arms, held her close and said, “Oh, Eliza, that’s why you’re my favorite.”

“No! I not the favorite. I Liza!”

She was right. She isn’t my favorite. My son isn’t my favorite, either. Once in a while, I’ll tell one of them that they are my favorite. In some moments, it’s true. There are times when one is being cool and the other is not. In that moment, one child is definitely not my favorite. When Eliza is having a very 2-year-old kind of day, she usually is not my favorite.

Not too long after that, I sat on a bench and watched my goofy girl chase her big brother up the ladders and down the slides. She marveled at the “big kids” who could pump their legs and swing “high as the sky.” Then she took a tumble and instantly ran to her momma.

I scooped her up in my arms, held her close and said, “Oh, Eliza, you’re still my little baby, aren’t you?”

“No! I not the baby. I Liza!” she yelled before brushing off her scraped knee and heading back to the jungle gym.

She was right. She isn’t a baby. She’ll always be my baby, of course, but she really isn’t a baby anymore. She is a toddler, and before I know it, she’ll be a teenager. She’ll be running away to parties and suffering broken hearts instead of scraped knees. I know this is coming, which is why I try to make the most of our little moments together now, while I can.

I started to feel overcome with emotion as I watched her scurry around the playground, her wild toddler hair sticking straight out of her head. How many more moments will I have like this? Those moments when you look at your baby and just KNOW that everything about that moment is perfection?

Before we left the playground, I scooped her up in my arms, gave her a kiss and said, “Oh, Eliza, you’re my sweet, crazy little Liza.”

“I not Liza! I poop!”

Yep, it was a very 2-year-old kind of day.

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1 Comment on A very 2-year-old kind of day

  1. Scott
    April 14, 2016 at 7:19 am (4 years ago)

    I have a 36yr old son and a 32 yr old daughter, so I would like to think I know a little about parenting.I grew up in the fifties and sixties, they grew up in the eighties and nineties,a major difference in how society was then(50-60) and now(80-90 ) actually in that time span the whole world changed.All I had to play with was a bat & ball, maybe a simple toy or two and the great outdoors.My children had computers, video games, trampoline and the list goes on and on. The big difference though, was I raised them the way my mom and dad raised me.They demanded we said please,thank you and had respect for other people, especially our elders. We were held accountable for or actions and the list goes on and on.I can say that I didn’t agree with their “parenting” at the time, but guess what? When I became a parent, I was so thankful that my parents taught me the right way to be good person, I couldn’t help but raise my children the same way I was raised. I am proud and blessed that both kids are very successful and lead good and productive lives. We didn’t always do the right thing and made many poor decisions as parents but we just instilled good morals,right from wrong, do unto others as you would have done unto you and were there for them when they needed us.I’m sorry this is so long and sounds like I’m bragging about my kid’s but Kate’s story is to me about raising your children with lots of love and try and let them be kid’s because they will have to grow up so very fast in today’s times and social media has changed parenting and the world. Please teach them right from wrong, and teach “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” and let them be kid’s while their kids. Thank you


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