What is it with 3 year olds? In fact what is it with children in general?
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t be without my angel, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t drive me nuts.
When she was a baby, I lost countless hours staring at this perfect person I’d created. I’d lose myself for hours wondering if she could recognise me? Did she look at me at think “Mummy” or was I hoping for too much?
As she got bigger, there was endless encouragement for her to smile, to grab things, to eat solid food, to walk and, eventually, to talk. Every milestone made me prouder and prouder.
But why, as a mother, are you are so desperate to hear the word “mama”? Is it a sign that you’ve achieved something worth more than gold or does it validate the reason you’re a parent? I don’t know, maybe both.
But why when we’ve achieved our goal, we’ve heard that word do we spend the rest of our time telling them to be quiet?!
I’d love to write more, but my little angel is screaming that her beloved Rich The Bunny has fallen out of bed!
A mothers work is never done…