A Sweet Moment

Posted by Kym

Me: Love you Becca!
Becca: Love you bigger Mommy!
Me: Love you biggest!
Becca: Love you bestest!

It’s nothing much, really. Just a short little interchange between me and my cherub cheeked, grinning two year old. She runs about, strawberry blonde curls bouncing, shrieking in alternating bouts of joy and frustration. Her laughter swells my heart in inexplicable ways, and her screaming often threatens to melt the ear wax out of my ears. She is a walking dichotomy, this vibrant, exuberant child of mine.

Sweet moments like the one recorded above need to be remembered. Because there are tears. There is mess. There is a burgeoning attitude that sometimes makes me smile wryly, and other times brings me to the brink of despair. There are screaming contests with her older sister. There is the bright purple imprint of her teeth in her sister’s cheek. There is the stubborn refusal to come when called, and a tendency to run towards danger at break-neck speeds.

She exhausts me some days. But she is one of the delights of my life.

She is dancing to the music from my playlist right this moment, sporting a pair of sunglasses and singing a song she is making up as she goes. Soon, I will put the laptop aside and scoop her up, listening to her delighted squeals as I spin her about and tickle her tummy. I will probably hang her upside down and watch as her hair swings about, and then I will pull her up into my arms and snuggle her against my shoulder as we dance.

There is so much joy to be found. She reminds me to seek it.