I’m sorry for the absence. To be honest, I’m having a hard time managing my family, responsibilities, and all the things I want to accomplish. Life is busy, which is exactly how I like it, but it causes things to slip through the cracks, like my blog and vacuuming all the dog hair out from under the furniture. (If you visit, PLEASE do not look under the beds.) Since I last posted, Cecilia turned two. We spent the weekend celebrating, holding two parties, and hosting visitors. It was a great time, and Cecilia really soaked it all in. She’s becoming a very bubbly, sweet, and funny girl. It’s awesome watching her grow. It’s hard to believe she’s two.
But then there are some days that it’s not so hard to believe that she’s two. Rather she’s TWO. T-W-O. And everything that comes along with that age. Not only is she starting to talk in full sentences (”Momma’s car’s hot.) and learning her colors, shapes, and letters, she’s also developed selective hearing, stubbornness, and disobedience. The last two days, I’ve had to enforce timeouts, which is something I’ve never had to do before. In general, when she acts up, I try to remove her from the situation, acknowledge her feelings, and tell her why that behavior is unacceptable. But when she does something like hit Lucy after I tell her not to, I know she’s testing boundaries, and I have to make sure to enforce them.
It’s hard. Very hard. Especially when I know that I’ve chosen to take this on as my job-all day, every day. I did have a moment today when I debated going back to a paid job, one sans child. Then I realized that I would just be passing the buck and assuming that someone else would do as good as a job as I am. I know that’s not the right choice. I know I need to suck it up and parent consistently. It’s hard being a mother. Part of me would like to fast forward through this time, but then I realize that I would miss out on so much. Cecilia is an absolute joy, even when she’s saying “Potty” to manipulate me.