There was a time when I was not known as “mommy”. There was a time when I knew nothing about being a mother, nor did i know anything about what the definition of “Mommy” truly was.
A daily ritual would be something like this:
I wake up to my toddler asking “Mommy up please” in the most desperate of tones.
If my husband gets up with her to let me “sleep in”, around 7 a.m. I see her, and here
“Wakey, Wakey Mommy”
It is only 6 a.m. but her day is ready to start. She begins her orders of what needs to be done first.
“Mommy, I’m all wet, change please” (we’re still working on potty training at 2 1/2)
“Okay, lay down please, we have to clean your bottom”
“Mommy, I can’t. I’m hungry”
“Well, lets get your diaper changed first. Hey, let’s try using the potty”
“MOMMY, I HUNGRY NOW”
After a few minutes of this gentle arguing, she is convinced of the diaper change being the best option at that moment.
“Mommy, ride GG’s (great Grammies) NOW?”
“Honey, we can’t go see GG today, she is not going to be home”
The intense pouting begins.
“Mommy, Meme and Papa’s (gramme and grampa) house NOW?”
This ritual is every morning, She goes down a list of the names of people that she can remember. Hoping that I will give in and we can go visiting.
On the days that I have to work, she very sadly requests “Baby work too?”
“Honey, I cannot bring you to work, I’m sorry.”
More pouting, and Yesterday the newest thing. She layed her little 3 foot tall body on the floor and grasped my leg, giggling, “no mommy”. That was not successful, so she throws her little body in front of the door. It does not seem to register that I life her every day.
The days progress, arguments ensue, she is only two years old after all. I pick my battles, important battles that make a difference are worth fighting for.
At night she stalls and does her very best, hoping that mommy will not actually send her to bed, but we never really have a huge issue, mostly just tests.
She requests a song at night. I love you, You love me.
“One more time Mommy”
“Honey, I have sung to you 4 times now”
“Please Mommy, one more time”
“Okay, but this IS the last time”
We come to the “great big hug” part of the song and she proudly proclaims,
So we hug, and repeat with the “Kiss from me to you”
Finally, she is ready to go to sleep.
“All done Mommy, Night Night”
“I love you”
“I said NIGHT NIGHT Mommy”
I laugh and walk out of the room.These little conversations, the amazing things she does, it’s all very much worth it. I love my daughter with all my heart!