Two year-olds have fiery, mind-blowing tantrums of doom, tantrums that compel me to consider abandoning my child on strangers’ doorsteps (note: I WOULD NOT EVER ABANDON MY CHILD. Only fantasize about it sometimes…).
Most of the time, however, two year-olds are the most joyous, amazing, fantastical creatures ever conceived of. God created humans so there could be two year-olds.
I know that I’m more tired, less kempt, less independent, and more harried than I was before I had a child, but I’m also less self-absorbed, more aware of small delights in the world, more appreciative of and impressed by my husband, and more constantly and consistently overwhelmed with gratitude and joy. Totally worth it.
Awwwwww. Thoren Thwingrover.
This is awesome, Lindsey.