Baby/Big Girl
Madison is so two-and-a-half. Unlike Noah, who became a terrible, terrible small person at this age, she’s still her sprightly, cheerful self but she’s also absolutely insane.
“I’m a baby! A teensy-tiny baby! Your sweet baby is here!” she’ll beseech, pulling on my shirt. Then, “I’m a big girl! Let me do it myself! I don’t want help!”
I’m game. I’ll cuddle her and rock her then let her pick out her own mis-matched clothes. Whatever.
She hasn’t wanted to be with the babysitter the last two visits and so I told her I’d leave the door open to the room where I’m working and let her come in and see me. She’s spent most of the time lying on the bed and staring at me adoringly but she hasn’t bugged me so I’ve let it be. I don’t want to have this separation-anxiety fight right before I go to Boston. But it’s pretty bad. Today she told me I was not allowed to go potty without informing her and leaving the door open in case she wants to join me.
“No privacy!” she told me. “I miss you and then I cry!”
She’s also acting it out with her babies a lot. They miss her, she comes back, they cry, she leaves them again. “My sweet baby,” she murmurs. “You are sad because you miss mommy.”
Then she orders me to care for them so she can go away. It’s all such typical 2 1/2 year oldness. She needs so much matter-of-fact reassurances because she’s getting so big so quickly.
It’s listening to other moms that makes me realize that as hard it is for us to see them grow so quickly, it must be even harder on our lil grrls. Thanks.