My friend Julie sparked emotion when she wrote Up the escalator . Tomorrow, Olivia turns 2. Today was “technically” her last day of being 1. All day, with each “event” — meals, getting her up from nap, etc…) I thought, “these are our ‘lasts’ for this age!” So, for bedtime tonight I wanted to hold her and cherish a few special moment with my 1-year-old.
Welp, Livi had other plans. She wanted to play with one of the new toys she had been given at her party. It was already well past her bedtime, so playing was not an option (I suppose part of the drama was due to this later bedtime hour!) In short, the moments I had hoped to hold and cherish quietly turned into quite the dramatic event. She finally settled down, and tonight WAS memorable. It was the first night she decided to go to bed with NO kisses, it was the first night she went to be without choosing Mommy to pray (every night I ask if she wants to or if she wants Mommy to, she always chooses Mommy), it was just about as opposite as I had dreamed it would be! I’m not sure why I am so emotional about this birthday. It may because she is probably our “last one” and I want to take it all in this one last time.
Tonight, Livi set boundaries of her own. It hurt a little, but I know it is important to “listen” to her two-year-old communication. Besides, I know I’ll get kisses in the morning…
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