OK. I admit it. I’m not a newborn baby person. There. I said it. Hopefully this doesn’t put me in the “Bad Mom” category. I love my new little Hercules and I loved Boog when he was born too. However, I didn’t fall head over heels crazy in love with my Boog until he started really playing, talking and interacting.
Little babies are good to cuddle and snuggle, but at the same time they’re little blobs that cry a bit too much for no apparent reason (did I mention that I feel like a bad Mom for admitting this?)
My two year old isn’t always sweet and he doesn’t want to cuddle as much as I’d like, but he’s filled with pure joy and pure emotion. He sees and explores the world and lets me see it all for the first time again.
My heart aches when he’s sad and at the thought that he might not be as joyful at daycare as he is at home. My heart leaps when I see him laugh and run and roll around. And my heart nearly explodes when he hugs me, holds my hand, or cuddles up with his Dad.
I only wish I could be sure that I will always remember all the little things he does. I’m trying to get them on video, but it’s never quite the same once the camera is rolling and it’s almost impossible to get the spontaneity of some of my favorite moments on tape.
I’m doing my best to soak up every “Thank you, Mommy” (pronounced “Tank you, Mommy”), all the proud “I did it!”s), each and every “I cuddly” (what he says after a bath when he’s all wrapped up in a towel). And I’m trying to burn into memory all of our hallway races (“I running!”), silly dances, and driveway sporting events. My laundry pile is definitely suffering as a result, but until I learn to freeze time, I’m willing to make that sacrifice.
I love the stage my Boog is in right now and while, of course, I want him to grow up, I kind of dread it too. Not only will I have numerous more worries (Will he make friends?, Does he like school?, Is he safe?), but I’ll also no longer be the center of his life.
I guess you could also call me greedy, but I just love my little guy to pieces and before I know it he won’t be my “little” guy anymore.