Today we spent two hours at the park. The sun was shining down on Toddler T and I. We dug holes in the sandbox and built castles. He swung on the swings and surprised me at how strong he's gotten since the summer. Toddler T needed the fresh air and I needed to feel the sunshine on my face. I know it benefited us tremendously even if in completely different ways.
My son is good for my soul. He talks from the minute his little eyes open in the morning and I'm pretty sure I ask 8,700 different "Why" questions before lunch. Lately he has been having flail on the floor meltdowns over the wrong straw, shirt, snack or any other difference of opinion. We also put the breaks on potty training. It was becoming a power struggle. So, I handed him a diaper and told him to tell me when he wanted to try sitting on the toilet again. There are days when I am counting down the minutes until he takes a nap and I've often told Mr. T that I lose the ability to speak coherent sentences by 5pm. But in the midst of him trying to figure out his independence, he will remind me that he is still my sweet baby.
Today we were leaving the park. I was buckling Toddler T into his car seat and I was about to shut the door. And I heard this little, tiny voice. "Mama, I need to give you a hug and a kiss, too." It should be known that I have been Mom or Mommy for almost 2 years. In the past week, my little/big boy has started to go back to Mama. I've never corrected him and probably never will.
Nothing went away, nothing magically changed. But today was 70 degrees and sunny and I had the best and most wonderfully ordinary day.