Who are you today?
At 2 you are full to brimming with life and spirit.
You know what you want and are determined and stubborn enough to get it.
You find your voice, it fills our home and melts my heart.
Your words and expressions, the very sound of your voice delights me.
You call me mom. I correct you.
Two is too young; I’ve earned a few more years of “mommy”.
You are a sportsman.
You sleep snuggly with a ball. In the day, you chant hockey over and over.
For a 2-year-old, you have an excellent command of the word zamboni.
Your brave, and willing to try anything physical.
It’s bright in your eyes, a passion for sport.
You look up to your big brother, seeking his interest and approval.
I’m trying hard not to interfere, to force him to notice.
Your relationship should be your own.
You challenge us in ways he never did.
Your defiant. Outright sassy.
Because you are only two, it mostly amuses us.
But we’re ever vigilant, it won’t always be funny.
You refuse to eat vegetables. ANY vegetables.
Except for salsa. How odd.
You do, however, love all things sweet. Your favourite word is “Treat.”
Your voice bounces about the walls as you ask, then demand, and practically beg.
You have a little round belly and chubby, short legs that don’t seem to ever want to stop.
You run naked around the house, squealing “naked man!”
Your skin is as soft as velvet,
I kiss and kiss and kiss your cheeks.
Savour the exquisiteness of your hand, caressing it in my own.
It’s not his birthday. I’m enjoying his twoness so much that I wanted to capture it here so I don’t forget.