Confession: The last few days around here have been less than peaceful. It’s been a whirlwind with the toddler and lacking in compassion, love, and patience.
I can blame the craziness on things, but I’m not sure that it holds any weight. Sure, she’s vying for attention now that she has a baby brother. Sure, she’s on the verge of three and as I’ve heard three is so much worse than two. Sure, she’s old enough to know better but still wants to test her limits. Sure, she wants autonomy.
Really though, I’m the adult here and I can process all of this stuff going on. I can be more aware of it all. I can be present with her. I can show her compassion, love, and patience so that she will show it back to me and others.
I can let go of yesterday.
I did when I went up to her this morning looked her in the eyes and said, “I love you. You’re a cool kid.” She smiled at me kind of shyly and then I pointed at her. She pointed back and made a funny face. We did this back and forth making faces and pointing all around in silence. We made a connection, a silly little connection.
I’m ready to start anew.
