Happy Tuesday…we are enjoying our day so far. We’ve already come back from the park. And now we are prepping for brunch. Now onto today’s post.
I am going to have so much fun chronicling Baby Pancakes’ new life as a toddler. I am noticing that Baby Pancakes is a boy through and through.
He jumps, he kicks, he hits, he screams, he laughs boisterously, he climbs things, he plays in puddles, he gets dirty, he does all the things that little boys are supposed to do. Sometimes he even smells like boy (sweaty from too much playing). And it freaks me out.
YES, I am that mother at the park screaming “don’t run too fast”. Who tells their son not to run too fast at the park? Where else can a little boy run too fast? Of course, it’s the park.
But i am that mother that thinks my son is going to get hurt if he runs too fast, climbs too high and walks up the slide instead of coming down it. Raising a boy is a heart stopping, stomach turning and dropping, breathe holding, eye closing, keeping finger and toes crossed endeavor. And i wouldn’t trade it for a moment.
As a mother to a toddler boy (because i don’t have toddler girl), i am learning to become more at ease with all the hair raising stunts that little boys participate in. I am developing thicker skin and stomach. When he steps up those stairs on the slide and misses a step, i keep my mouth close and not panic, because i know he will slow down and ensure that his foot is on the step before he continues to climb. Or he decides to take the stairs one at a time with his little legs. Or when his mind runs faster than his feet.
I know he has graduated to the big kid things like the slide a little too fast but obviously he can do it. I am learning not to cringe when he spits and blows bubbles with it. I am learning not to cry when he walks in front of me like a big man and or wants to put his own shirt, pants and car seat belt on. And it takes an hour instead of five minutes to accomplish a simple task. I am trying to be patient more and more.
I think watching children grow and come into their own is more difficult for parents than it is for the children since we are are watching their innocence disappear, However, it’s part of the process and it’s a beautiful thing. I love watching my son grow into a clever handsome strong curious and adventurous young little man and i know the kicking, jumping, climbing, hitting, spitting and getting dirty is only going to increase. And i am ready for it.
Hence why I am so glad i am getting more comfortable in my own skin as a mother to a toddler boy. Developing thicker skin and the spirit of no fear will take me a long way. The life of a boy is all about rough and tumble and it’s a beautiful thing to be part of.