It is officially birthday month for my Milo, and I can’t believe he will be TWO.
To put into words how much I love this little human really is impossible. He is my purpose, my world, my peace, and my absolute joy. I have learned much (and failed much) these past two years as I’ve navigated my role as mother to this insanely cute wild child.
I have learned that he who screams loudest is in charge.
I have learned that a spoonful of chocolate syrup helps the medicine go down.
I have learned that there is no such thing as peeing in private anymore.
I have learned that sometimes bribery is the only way.
I have learned that fresh air is good for his soul and good for my sanity.
I have learned all the words to the Paw Patrol theme song. No job’s too big, no pup’s too small!
I have learned that a leak-proof sippy cup is a rare find indeed.
I have learned that bananas are the worst possible car seat snack.
And that you can never have enough baby wipes on hand.
I have learned to embrace the crazy train that is us at church.
I have learned to hide my contact lens case from little pilfering hands.
I have learned that I am ⅛ as patient as Daniel Tiger’s mom.
I have learned that I’m not cut out to be the “strict” parent…and neither is my husband 🙂
I have learned that nothing heals the soul quite like a hug from your toddler.
I have learned that children are forgiving and gracious and close to heaven.
I have learned that I am 100% unqualified for this dream job of mine and also 100% divinely helped.
Most of all, I have learned that God gives us—imperfect mortals—an infinite capacity to love.
A few weeks ago Milo grabbed my face in his hands, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Mommy happy.”
It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. I am happy, and he’s the reason why.
Then he pointed back at himself and said, “Milo happy.”
Happiness will be my forever wish for the boy who made me a mom.