Then came one. She started to walk, run, jump and become more independent (and boy does she like her independence). One was a lot harder than just a baby – I started to doubt me, her, my sanity in general. She was up most of the night, up at 5 (on a good day), and fought everything. Strollers, carts, car seats, life – everything became a willful struggle. And then somewhere around 20 months we started to mellow again. She started sleeping later, longer, she was happier, she started communicating her needs and wants with words – and she was my sunshine again.
As I mentioned in my last post – we’re in the sweet spot. Part of me is sad that in just a few weeks, our dynamic will change again. But part of motherhood is, so I’m learning, change and adaption. I think we'll be okay.
Happy Birthday sweet girl. You are loved.