New Castle News
NEW CASTLE —
On Sunday, my oldest daughter will turn 2.
When Violet was first born everyone kept telling me to cherish the moments, because they would go by so quickly.
Amid the sleepless nights and many days riddled with tears and spills and diapers and tears and wipes and more tears, time seemed to do anything but fly, but then before we knew it we were celebrating her first birthday and all of the milestones that went along with turning 1.
She began to walk, started saying some words (not Mama, though. That didn’t come for almost a year.) and her little personality really began to shine through.
Then along came her little sister, Ivy, and I saw a side of my crazy little toddler that I did not expect to see.
She loves her little sister, and shares her toys and wants to kiss her on the forehead and even though her hugs are nearly life endangering to my little 4 month old, we monitor and allow lots of hugs.
She is a sensitive little soul and gets upset when those around her are upset.
She is already very sentimental and some of her favorite things to play with are tags from clothing and happy meal toys (shamefully, we have quite an array of these). Since she was about 10 months old she has shown loyalty toward toys by holding them for hours. She once held a plastic toy lamb for two whole days without putting it down.
She is a good little listener and even though sometimes she gives in to the temptations of a flight of stairs, an unzipped purse or a cup of juice that just simply needs to be dumped on the couch, she always looks back at me first and raises her little eyebrows before committing the crime.
It is hard to believe that it has been almost two years since I gave birth to my first child. I can’t imagine how I will feel when she turns 16 and can drive or 18 and maybe moves away from home or when she gets married or has children of her own. I know I am getting ahead of myself, but hopefully all of those things will happen for her and I will have to be ready for the emotions that go along with them.
For now, though, I have smaller fish to fry and am content with the care-free, little sweetheart I am blessed with.
I do have a few wishes, however, for Miss Violet’s third year of life:
•I wish for her to start coloring when I hand her crayons instead of immediately snapping them in half and throwing them into a hole in the floor that leads to my house’s duct work.
•I hope she will take a liking to a better variety of foods than the oatmeal, yogurt, orange juice, chips and chicken nuggets she will eat now.
•But, most of all I pray that the zany, funny and crazy smart little person that I see before me is always as sure of who she is, what she wants and what she loves and doesn’t love as much as she is today.
We could all take a few lessons from the 2-year-olds of the world.
Happy second birthday my sweet little “Vi.”