I resisted the urge to take the spoon away from her and put it in the sink today after we shared a slice of pumpkin pie for her post-nap snack. I was curious what she would do with it. Upon noticing the way the sunlight caught the fly-aways from yesterday's braid, I pulled out my camera and she snatched the lens cap. Always the lens cap thief, this one.
The two items together, spoon and lens cap, made for a much better toy than I could have dreamed up. Balancing a lens cap on a spoon as you walk around the living room is no easy task for a 21 month old. And it's apparently also super hilarious. What a joyful little girl I have!
You wouldn't guess from looking at these photos that this sweet little one has an unbelievable strong will. You would never guess that just yesterday she fought naptime for a full 2 hours simply because... well, she didn't want to sleep. You would never guess that regardless of her parents' resolve to never give into her tantrums, she persists without fail. She persists whenever it's suggested she do something she doesn't want to. Regardless of it never having proved fruitful before. She will be one powerful, influential, and joyful young woman someday.
And then I will tell her how she brought me to tears nearly every day of my last trimester with her little sister. Tears of joy and gratitude, and tears of frustration. Someday when she becomes a mother herself, she'll understand what extended sleep deprivation and pregnancy hormones do to a momma.
Because everyday with my little Verity, I feel a little more for my parents, whose limits I also tested, who I persisted in pushing over the edge. I wonder how such a little person can be filled with such stubbornness and such joyfulness at the same time.
And part my heart twinges a little as I look at her and wonder.. how will she handle having a new baby sister? Going from being an only child and the center of my universe, to being a big sister, whose newborn sibling will require significantly more attention than her. I have no idea how I will balance these two, my toddler and my newborn. But no matter how well or how poorly I manage it, I hope that through this whole change she never feels second best. I hope she always knows how much I love and adore her. Maybe someday she'll realize that she is the only child who will ever have had 100% of her mother's time, and the first little one to steal my heart.Just look at this little girl! How can I ever love another baby as much as I love her?