Watching my two year old grow and wanting to share her wisdom with the world.
Watching my two year old grow and wanting to share her wisdom with the world.
I received sad news yet again. As prepared as you think you are for a situation, nothing actually prepares you to hear certain things. You may think “When that happens I’ll be strong.”. But instead there you are blubbering like a baby. Well as I received this news I hung up the phone and begun bawling. My daughter was already crying because she couldn’t watch the movie she wanted. I picked her up and hugged her as I bawled. After the fifth time of her saying “Daddy told me no” I finally said through my tears “There are far more important things to be crying about…” with that she stopped and looked at me. “It’s okay mommy…” she hugged me. “Have some popcorn. It will make you feel better.” She got off my lap and brought me popcorn. After a couple of bites and realizing I still was unable to smile, I crawled over and cried in my boyfriends arms. After a minute or two I looked at my daughter and remembered what I learned in my Child Development class “Mirror Neurons are what cause you to mimic another person, whether consciously or unconsciously”. My daughter started to cry in a way that told me she knew something was seriously wrong. I knew I had to move on, not completely but enough to hold a conversation with my two year old. “What’s wrong…?” I asked her and her response was “I cry because it didn’t work…” I realized what she meant was popcorn didn’t make me feel better. I tried a slightly happier tone, though hurt still in my voice “Thank you for the popcorn, it made me feel a little better. May I have some more?” She nodded got down from the couch and brought me popcorn, smiling as I accepted it. “Thank you… That made me feel better.”
She then kissed me and said “It will be okay momma…”
My daughter, her aunt and I were playing in my daughter’s bedroom. My sister left to get something from the kitchen. Shortly after my daughter said “I need to go potty!”, so she left her room and told her aunt. Her aunt helped her with her pants and turned on the light for her. Then her aunt left the room. My daughter finished going potty and kept saying “Aunt Sissa! I’m done! I’m done going potty Aunt Sissa!” Since my sister left the house I decided to go help. I called back “Do you need help?”
She said “Yes!”
So I headed over to her. She then saw me and said “No! You’re not Aunt Sissa! Go back to my room!”
So for the past month I have been talking to my daughter and explaining to her that she is going to be a big sister.
Our first conversation went as follows
“You’re going to be a big sister!”
“Like Dora?… I don’t want to be a big sister!”
“But Momma is going to have a baby.”
A couple days later she told me
“Momma. You never have the baby!”
So I said to her “Why not, it would be like baby Brycen..?”
“Oh.” She said “I love baby Brycen, he’s my brother. I hold him and kiss him and hug him and take him for walks.”
Every now and then she would say “No!” To being a big sister. Though there are days when she got excited.
A couple days ago my aunt asked her “Are you going to be a big sister?”
She replied “Yes!”
And then my aunt asked “What is mommy going to have?”
“A baby Brycen!!!”
Now when I ask her what names she likes she tells me I am going to name it “Baby Brycen”… I think his mom would have a problem with that.
Also. Yesterday she lifted her dress. Patted her belly and said “I’m having a baby.”
Today I had school and my mother is out of town. So she had my step dad drop my daughter off with my aunt, as they are staying up at a cabin. I got out of school around 3 and arrived there around 3:45ish. The first thing I am told by my three year old cousin is “She is taking a nap.”
So I head to the living room to join the others. My daughter popped her head up and ran over “My Mommas here! Momma! Hi! I went swimming!”
Big hugs were had. Then we finished watching the Lorax(a movie that I recommend watching). My aunt suggested we go swimming again.
So we all donned our suits and headed out to the lake. My cousin sat on the jetski and when I joined her she proclaimed “No only my momma and me. You have to get off.”
My aunt took me and my cousin for a ride together. I was more frightened by the quick movement than the three year old.
My daughter awaited me on the shore. Where the ripples from the jet ski knocked over her sand castle. I suggested we sit on a raft together. (My daughter was wearing a life vest. So don’t freak out later in the story.)
My older cousin(She is some where around 10 and probably will kill me for misguessing her age..) offered to pull us out to the floating dock. So we pleasantly accepted. Once beside the dock, I pushed my daughter onto it. Then I climbed up myself. After she saw my cousins taking turns pushing each other off, she joined in the shoving. Laughing every time. At one point she said “I will push you in. Ha ha ha…” like a villain.
Later we asked her if she wanted in. She would scream no. Eventually I decided it was time to bring her into the water. She gripped me so tight and acted as though I was murdering her. Her screams would have any other parent within ear shot running to save her. After a few minutes of me having to talk to her, didn’t calm her. But I did convince her to hold my hands and with gritting teeth she managed a “Wee…” as I spun her.
Back on the dock any time someone was pushed in she would assure them “There is a ladder right here! Swim to the ladder right here!”.
I still couldn’t convince her to go back in. But I did put her in again. She was very up set when she lost grip on me and rolled herself under water. I quickly brought her up(remember life jacket is still on). She cried but was over it quickly and back onto worse matters. Like “How tightly can I hold my mother?”.
Eventually she rode on my back and said “Dah na!” Which is her attempt at the jaws theme.
After more play on the dock all three of the children expressed to me their tiredness. Not by simply saying “I’m tired let’s go in.” But instead bawling over this and that. So we loaded all of the children on the raft and my older cousin helped me pull them back. The three year old slipped off the raft and refused to get back on so she swam. Which then led to my daughter wanting off. I had to hold her while pulling the raft. My middle cousin(a 6 year old boy) hopped off the raft and hurried to shore.
Once we reached the shore my daughter changed her mind.
“I can’t go back!” She cried “I want to get wet. I want in the water! I go back!”
And with tired determination she walked back into the water.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Back to the bridge.” She cried.
The bridge being the floating dock.
I stood there and watched. She managed without fear to walk pretty far back out there on her own. If I hadn’t sent my cousin to bring her back, I am convinced she would of swam out to the dock if she had to.
I think the most interesting thing about raising kids is that you hear your own words back from a toddlers perspective.
My boyfriend’s son wanted a toy from my daughter so first he came to me to ask for it back. I not wanting to deal with it kept silent. The next thing I heard was something I say on a regular basis.
My daughter “Oliver… You need to ask nicely… Say, may I please have the toy.”
To my surprise he complied. “Please may I have the toy?”
My daughter handed it over. I told them I was proud of them working it out.
But sometimes you don’t want to hear what you tell a child, because sometimes you realize that you’re mean.
My boyfriends daughter was playing with her brother. He then told her “Can you stop making that noise… Its annoying.”
My daughter has become baby obsessed. Before it was just baby dolls. But because my housemate had a baby and my best friend had a baby, she has become very interested in them. Because she always wants to touch or play with babies I came up with the rule of “You can tickle their toes”. It gives her a way to interact without being in their face. Yesterday we went to an appt and a baby came into the waiting room. Instantly my daughter said “Momma! Can I tickle his toes?!” I of course told her she had to ask the babies mommy. I explained that if she said no, then she wasn’t allowed. The mother had no problem. So my daughter tickled the babies toes and then when he was out of the carseat she brought him his toys. After my appt we went and saw my friend and her baby boy(Brycen).
She at first wasn’t all about seeing him. But shortly after arriving, she brought him practically every toy in the house(let it be noted that he is only 3 months old). She even held him for about two seconds before saying “Here, momma can hold him.”
Today she was holding a (christmas decoration) moose and was watching Elmo. Elmo was asking a baby away question, so she said “I have a baby.”
I smiled and said “What’s your baby’s name?”
Now most of her dolls are prenamed(Susie, Bob, Carmen…), and the ones that aren’t she just calls them by what they are. In this case I expected the name to be “Moose”.
Instead she said “Brycen”. I do believe she likes that baby.
So I work a lot. Which means I practically live in my uniform(not literally that’s gross. I wash it.). The other day I was at my boyfriend’s who was getting ready for work. He works in the same store as me so he has the same uniform. My daughter said to me in distress. “Momma! He wearing your shirt!”
I explained that that was his shirt since I was already wearing mine. Yesterday I went to town and had to stop at the pharmacy in the place I work. I brought my daughter in and she pointed at the girls in the pharmacy saying “Look! Lotsa doctors!” Then a coworker walker by and my daughter started to say in distress again “Momma! She has your shirt! She wearing it! Momma look!”. I tried explaining that it is a uniform. But it went right over her head.