Sometimes I forget that Peyton is only two years old. That she has only been on this earth for two short years. She has only been walking and talking for one of those years and she has only been understanding for even less. It's like they say she's only been here two years but I can't remember or imagine a life with out her. It seems like she has always been here. But she's only two.
So when I get frustrated that she gets frustrated when her train jumps the track and she can't get it back on, I tell her to clam down and just put it back on. Then I think 'oh wait.. she's only two.' Calming down and analyzing the situation isn't really something she's keen on.
When she gets bored of sitting on the potty for 20 min. with out going and I say 'It's only been 20 min. how about 10 more?' Then I remember oh wait... she's only two. 10 min is like a year to them and 20 is like 10 years and I should be proud that she sat for this long with out complaining.
When she refuses to eat something or try a new food and I get annoyed because I spent x amount of time cooking it and preparing it thinking she will love it and then I remember oh wait... she's only two. She eats like a bird 80% of the time and new foods are weird to her. She know what she likes and I should be happy she eats anything at all. Or then when I put it away and she comes in 5 min later and says 'mommy I hungry' and then I want to say 'are ya flippin kidding me?!' and then remember 'oh wait... she's only two' Feed the poor child.
Or when we are at the playground and it's time to go and temper tantrums are flying and when I say 'we will come back another day I promise but it's still the end of the world and I'm like 'oh wait.. she's only two.' This is the end of the world for her and coming back another day doesn't really register because in this very moment the playground is going away and she doesn't know when or if it will ever come back.
Moral of the story. I need to be more patient with her and remember she is only two and she really doesn't know any better and she is learning something new every day. It's hard because I see my nephew and Reese and they are so little and new and I think Peyton is all grown up but then when it's just me and her and she cuddles up with me on the couch under the blankets and tells me 'i bub you mommy.' I remember she is only two and she is little and she may not be a baby but she is my baby. So sorry for getting frustrated P mommy will work harder to help you understand everything this world has to offer and I will keep my patients while you discover all it's meaning.