My 2 year old likes to wedge herself between the sofa and my back, ring her arms around my neck, and kiss my cheek. This is super cute and sweet until I require oxygen. Oddly enough, that happens at fairly regular intervals, and I’m a bit put-out when I don’t get enough. This does not, however, dissuade the toddler from her sleeper hold. I actually think the strained, hoarse cries she wrenches from me are amusing to her. It’s like me saying “I love you” if I’d been choking on my breakfast or the victim of a mafia hit.
I had no idea they recruited so young. It was just last week that she was trying to get naked on the beach, and now she wants her mother to swim with the fishes. I am so proud. I hope she’s more Al Pacino and less Ray Liotta, because, Staten Island.
I am happy she’s so affectionate. I always worry that I’m too strict, or not strict enough, that I push too hard or that I don’t expect enough from my kids. One thing I know I got right. One thing that I feel soul-deep, down to my marrow, is that they feel loved, and that they love in return. They aren’t shy of showing their affection, and they’re quick to tell people how important they are.
Kids are amazing. They have no concept of any of the negative aspects of human nature unless we teach it to them. They don’t know how to bully, they don’t know racism or bigotry, they know only what we teach them and show them. (my kids know Star Wars, Food Network, Dr Who, and that Mommy needs coffee before anyone dares utter my name lest they want to watch MSNBC instead of “Bubble Guppies”)
We are so lucky to be given the gift of these precious creatures. Especially boys who like to play with a Tardis and girls who run around naked with a purse and fireperson’s hat making siren noises, and who choke the love into you.
Do you know what they do love?
These pictures were going to be AWESOME, and then? The hordes came. They were going to be in a basket, with ruffley napkins and a chalkboard. Tiny hands don’t wait for ruffled napkins. Tiny hands want tiny pies NOW.
Peach and Thyme Hand Pies