...and sometimes he screams "no mommy" at me with a scowl on his face and pushes me out of his personal space, his bedroom, the bathroom, his play area, or wherever he happens to want me out of.
Sometimes he furrows his eyebrows and scrunches up his face and scolds "Ooo not mine fwend anymow, Mom"
...but he's still my baby doll. I tell him that I love him, that he's my favorite boy, that I think he is special and wonderful. I tell him that he's nice.
The other night he turned to his cousin Renee, who came over for dinner, and said to her. "Hi Nay, I'm gwad oeu heo. I wike oeu face" Awww, shucks! Who doesn't want to hear a boy say, "I'm glad you're here. I like your face"? Well, we could work on rephrasing the "I like your face" part. He means "You're pretty" ....I think... although, now he says "I wike oeu face and I wike oeu toes" What a compliment, huh? Well, sometimes he says "I wike oeu butt". Yeah, that's my fave. Especially with the dimpled white whale of a butt I seem to have these days. Yeah, he still likes it! Hey, he may be only 2, but I'll take the compliment either way!
He's my baby doll. Cliff and I don't
Even in all of that agreement, we are like polar opposites when it comes to the tactical aspect of parenting. I am the mushy lover who concentrates on the I love you's and you're special's. Cliff's the more level-headed one who concentrates on teaching Gavin what's right and what's wrong and ensuring that we (and Gavin) don't fall into habits or routines that will someday make things more difficult for us.
This is completely hypothetical and not a realistic example, but in theory... Say, Gavin is crying because he's upset about a situation. Cliff is more the Dad that quickly assesses the situation and realizes there is no real pain or harm and says something like "You're fine, stop crying" or "That's just the way it is" and I am more the Mom who assesses the situation and although there is no real pain or harm, still realizes that sadness, fear, and frustration are very real feelings and crying sometimes helps you feel better, so I would say something like, "I know you're sad about this and it's okay to cry for a little bit. We'll try again later" or something like that.
Neither way is wrong. We struggle
...but here's the thing. As much as I can admit that I'm being played, I
I love this age that he is at and I love each and every little part of him, the soft, kissable, tangible parts and the thoughtful, playful, silly, emotional parts. I want to savor every minute I have with him. I don't ever want to wish these years back. I want to feel like I appreciated them and took advantage of the time I had with this loving and wonderful two-year old boy.
A fellow blogger, Kristen of Motherhood Uncensored, recently wrote something that pulled at my heart strings. She and I are different in many ways, but I sure can appreciate her uncensored accounts of her life. She says things that I would filter out, she shares things that I would hold secretive, she talks about things that are voo-doo in my world, but she is honest, out there, and open and I love that about her. My Catholic parents would not approve of the blog. So, Mom, you should read the post I'm referring to, but I wouldn't recommend reading much beyond that. She recently wrote about snuggling her 6-yr old at bed time and deciding to just enjoy it because before she knows it, that 6-year old will be 14 and may be slamming doors and yelling "I hate you" and all that fun stuff. I hope that Gavin never utters those words and more importantly never questions my love for him. Whether that day comes or not, I still feel like my most important job as a parent is to love. Love this child as Jesus loves him. Love him as much and as well as I know how. Love him no matter what. So, if my baby doll needs one more snuggle, one more kiss, a little kiss and a big kiss (as we've been doing lately), or wants me to lay with him "one mo minute", I will. I will because all too soon he will not want all of that love. I have to squeeze it all in now. My baby doll is going to be a big boy soon, okay, so he already is a big boy, and I am a little afraid of that. I'm a little sad about that. He's two going on fourteen and I want to keep him sweet and little and loving.