I think 2 is my very favorite age. The innocence of 2 can be so much fun. I love watching them build personality through imitation. I love the sloppy wet kisses and the needy outstretched arms. I love the elbow dimples and the pouty tummy. I love the sweet smell of baby lingering on their breath in the morning and the softness that stays on their cheeks into the evening. I even love their tiny little outbursts because at 2, distraction still works. I love to watch 2 year olds play autonomously. To witness them getting so serious and so determined when trying something new. I love the way their eyes light up and the way their bodies go stiff when their brains are washed in discovery. I love the tears, I do. I love them because I know they can be easily kissed away and soothed; for the troubles of 2 are much smaller than the years to come. I don’t mind the diapers. Because I don’t miss the constant fear that comes with a potty training toddler. I don’t mind coming home for naps. Because I like knowing an expected and calculated routine.
For their energy and their zest for life…I love the age of two.
But I think 4 is my very favorite age, too. I love having mini-adult conversations about serious things and not so seroius things. I love their eager minds. I love being asked a hundred questions and being looked at like the smartest person in the world when answering them. I love watching them relate to a circle of friends; listening to them state their names and favorite colors by heart. I don’t mind when a goodbye kiss is skipped in public because I know there will always be more in private. I love chatting under the covers. The “one more kiss” and the “one more question” and the “one more sip of water” because somewhere deep down in my heart I know these times are limited. I love being called a best friend. I love being told I was dreamt about. I love the confidence they show at home in front of family; knowing that they learned the value and importance of love in just 4 short years of life. I love having a helper. I love always knowing exactly what’s wrong and exactly what’s right with them at any given moment.
For their energy and their zest for life, I love the age of four.
“Enjoy the little things in life. One day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things.”