Today you turned 25 months old.
People generally stop counting the months when they hit the 2 year mark
But I can’t stop counting.
I am torn between wanting you to stay put in your littleness
and wanting you to grow and experience the world.
Today was your first “time-out” and
you cried hard because you didn’t understand
but you will.
You are bubbly and brilliant
so sweet and funny….oh so funny.
You try to say your name and it sounds like
why-wet instead of Violet.
You are determined and tough
but so stubborn
You get that from me – I think.
You love dancing and twirling and baby dolls….
but you don’t like a pillow in your crib or corn – on the cob or off.
Your hair is fine and soft…..
It can’t decide if it is blonde or brown.
You are short and have small feet
you don’t get either of those things from me.
You can sing your abc’s and count to 10
and I love that L-M-N-O-P sounds like elmo-pee
and that you always jump from 3 to 5 when you’re counting.
You love colouring and drawing and
hold a pencil better than most 4 year olds I know.
You always want to do everything for yourself
and it makes me want to cry hard because
I miss doing things for you….
Even though I’m proud of you….
People say you look like me when I was small
that makes my heart sing with happiness because…
I want to be with you always.