I just turned two almost a month ago! My birthday is February 15th – the day after Valentine’s Day. It was so much fun although I was overwhelmed at times. I enjoyed eating the birthday cake my Mommy baked for me but I got tired of opening so many presents. Family members kept pushing presents in front of me and snapping so many pictures.
I could not understand why everyone kept insisting I open presents so I gently pushed one aside and teetered toward Mommy with my arms raised. All I really wanted to do was snuggle with my Mommy. When she didn’t notice me raising my hands (a signal to be held), I started tugging on her dress.
I became more determined and saw my Mommy’s face get annoyed. I started to cry a little. All I wanted was to be held. I was confused. What was the problem?
Then my Mom glanced down and saw I was crying. The expression on her face shifted. She reached down and picked me up. She kissed the top of my head and I snuggled into her shoulder smelling her perfume. I immediately felt safe and calm.
Last month we celebrated Bella’s second birthday. I was so excited for the day and found myself planning the party as soon as the last Christmas decorations were packed away. Bella is growing so fast and I wanted to make this day extra special. I invited all our family on both Bob’s side and mine. Days leading up to the party, I attempted to clean the house while cooking, shopping, and searching for a darling dress to put Bella in. I love dressing her up.
Although I do not consider myself a creative, I do feel confident in my baking skills and was up late the night before baking and decorating her cake.
The day arrived and everything ran smoothly but one thing- I was exhausted. I felt overwhelmed. Bella seemed content and immersed in the attention of family so I focused on serving food and ensuring everyone was taken care of.
At one point I was talking to Bob’s Mother and felt an excessive pulling on the skirt of my dress. Tired and ready for the party to wind down, my first reaction was a feeling of annoyance. When I glanced down I realized it was my daughter. I saw tears in her eyes. I never meant to upset her. I love her so much.
Luckily, I was able to regain my composure and pick her up in her my arms and kiss her head. I was more upset with myself for my reaction. I pray she knows that I was not irritates because of her. Holding her in my arms, I felt calm again. I love the feeling of my daughter in my arms and breathing in her sweet toddler scent.