I am leaving so much room here to eat my words, I realize, but so far I really only have positive things to say about the “terrible” twos. When I was browsing a thousand preschool websites, I came across one that cheerily proclaimed that they think the twos are terrific! Cheesy? Yes. But at one month in, I have to agree.
B never stops talking and it is absolutely fascinating to listen and get a glimpse into his little head. He has an amazing memory and a wonderful imagination, which make him a delightful story teller and the world’s worst eye-witness. My favorite thing right now is to listen to him talk about an experience. He seamlessly weaves reality and fantasy together and whether he knows he is doing it or not, I’m not sure. Before the imaginative stage began, you could ask him about things that happened months earlier and he would always remember correctly, which was a bit frightening. Now, at least, I have some wiggle room to mold his memories of how I am the best mother in the whole world. However, he will also say things like, “Daddy took all of my trucks away at my birthday party and I was cryin’ and cryin’!” (Nothing even close to this happened.) When he does this we make him clean the kitchen.
The other hallmark of this age for B is his enormous heart. He is so full of love that it brings me to tears on a daily basis. Likely the reason for the crying is that 95% of his heart is devoted to me. Not only is he constantly hugging, kissing, and snuggling me, but he even plays out his mama’s boy lifestyle in his little fantasy worlds. He will be playing with a truck and I’ll ask him what the truck is doing. Half the time, he responds, “He is lookin’ for his mama. He really wants his mama.” (In case you were wondering, trucks do not have trucks as mothers, they have human mothers who ride inside the truck. I have not asked him about the birthing process involved yet.)
Lately, he’s also showing an incredible amount of focus. He’s always been a pretty focused kid and is content to play on his own for chunks of time but lately it’s even more dramatic. The other day he spent an entire hour in his high chair dreaming up a little truck world. His fuel truck had a birthday party and invited all of his truck friends. They ate pizza and birthday cake, blew out the candles, shared food with each other, sang Happy Birthday, and yes even looked for their mamas. When he does this he doesn’t really care if I participate but he does want me to acknowledge the glory of what he’s doing. He now reverses his pronouns only about 50% of the time, which is even more confusing, but if I don’t watch he will say, “You want Mama to come over here and see what you’re doing.” Then if I try to touch a truck, or ask too many questions, he gets annoyed and will let me know my role. The rules are stringent with him. (Here is a long video of the truck party that is likely excrutiatingly boring to anyone who is not one of his grandparents.)
I just can’t say enough good things, and I really really love this age. I would freeze time here forever if I could.