One of the gifts of motherhood is getting the chance to observe growth. I'm positive that I could blog about a FIRST everyday. It's simply incredible.
Today, I noticed how Heidi has mastered a monkey cling with her arms, feet, hands, and head anytime I get near her crib. She used to love sleeping there and now fights it with her whole being. Oh how it pulls at my heart strings to pry her off me and set her down. The looks of sadness and betrayal cuts right through me.
Today, I noticed how perfectly Hazel and Logan (her playmate) enter into each yoga pose. It's an activity that I've only done a few times, and today in my sleep-deprived state (ahem Miss Heidi!), it seemed like a great thing to do. Their little toddler bodies move so gracefully and though they don't always do the pose I'm leading, they often end up in perfectly formed poses. Proof that yoga is the perfect, natural movement for our bodies.
Today, I heard a small scuffle and a high-pitched squeal. A noise I hear often when the toddlers are having problems sharing. I was (and am) sitting in my favorite chair at the base of the steps. I have a perfect view of our living space AND the playroom loft above. In my best "mom" voice, I said "you both need to share or that toy will go in time-out for the rest of the day". This happens A LOT. As I started up the stairs, I heard absolute silence. Two guilty eyes were peering at me from around the couch. For the first time ever I heard "mama, no come up here!". I've always been wanted for playtime and thought it was amusing that they never associated mama-the-playmate with mama-the-dictator.
Today, I helped Heidi walk a foot or two as I held onto her hands. Then I watched Raegan, her playmate, walk a whole 3 steps unassisted!
The times...they are a-changing...