Even though I woke up about 6:30am today to write this post without distraction, my two-year-old ironically decided not to sleep in on this sunny Saturday morning. She made a bee-line for my room about 6:55am, gleefully punctuating her arrival in her sing-song baby voice. “Hi Mommy!” she chimed. “Good morning, Baby Girl,” I returned. Just as the tell-tale twinkling of porch chimes announce the changing winds, I knew my morning routine would be drastically different than I planned, for a toddler “hello” is never just a greeting. It’s a call to action.
It’s a gateway to endless questions and requests, often coupled with strategic smiles or pouts, or epic tornadic toddler meltdowns. Baby Girl launches a few toys onto the bed (today it’s a set of plastic, colorful keys on a ring and and defunct cell phone an Aunt gifted her), and climbs up to join me. I try to head off the impending string of statements with “why don’t you lie down and go back to sleep?” Oh, but Baby Girl is not having any of that. “No!” she protests. And here we go:
“Oh. What’s that?” (pointing to icons on my laptop screen).
“Nothing. Why don’t you play with your keys?”
“Nooo! Want that!” (pointing to the TV). I turn on HGTV House Hunters.
“Can you wait just a few minutes for Mommy to finish writing…”
“How about give me 5 min-”
As a lawyer, I enjoy negotiating, but it rarely works with a two-year-old! I retrieve chocolate milk from the kitchen and deliver it to Baby Girl, amused by how the Universe has delivered the inspiration for this post.
And though I now sit typing this in bed with a toddler tucked under my arm, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank you Baby Girl, for doing what you do best- inspiring me, by simply being you. From one Mother to all others, wishing you a blissful, beautiful and memorable Mother’s Day!