Hi guys. We are just about to that solid ground that lends deep breaths. Satisfying breaths, even. It looks like this: Charlee and I can do some baking projects together.
Now by “together,” I mostly mean I bake while Charlee goes all mad scientist in the kitchen. I glance over and she’s legit pouring baking soda onto the ground, smiling with pleasure, her toddler self just waiting to see what becomes of it (the scientists are right: CAUSE AND EFFECT IS SO EXCITING!). I quietly take away the baking soda and remind her that wasting food is a shame when we need it to eat, and in twelve seconds Charlee has already donned plastic gloves and a sponge and is making every 1950s era grandmother proud because she is on her hands and knees cleaning. All she’s doing is spreading the wealth of the baking soda–not one speck is actually getting rounded up–but I let her do it.
And then we’ve got all these beautiful banana chocolate chip muffins and Charlee wants to touch every single one of them. I can just hear TJ asking me, though, “Which ones did Charlee touch?” as he deftly maneuvers past those that are guilty with a toddler’s germs and reaches for the remaining pure ones. So I limit her to touching one. Which always means two. “Okay, Charlee, just two, then,” I say, as she happily jabs the second one with her finger.
And then it’s nap time (pause for a quick and meditative moment of thanksgiving) and I’m left staring at a mess born of productivity, joy, and exploration–three more things that, to me, once again equal a pretty solid win.