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.