I love my little sidekick so much, but honestly, there are sometimes that she gets on my nerves. There are the obvious things that would annoy anyone, like refusing to nap and then being a crab for the rest of the day, or acting like I’m trying to torture her when I’m really just trying to get her into her carseat. That’s a new one, and it’s SUPER fun, and I can only imagine how much MORE fun it’s going to be the larger I get with this Little Bean I’m cooking.
Today we were walking back to the car in a slight drizzle, and I was in my typical hurry to get to the car without getting too wet. (Because we’re made of sugar and we’ll melt?!) Adelaide was sauntering along holding my hand and engaging in her newest antic. She takes a few steps and then drops to one knee like she’s about to propose. Instead of picking her up and scurrying to the car, I made a conscious effort to slow down, allow her to be silly and practice for when she inevitably will be knighted. Even when I noticed the knees of her jeans getting wet, I took a deep breath and got the frick over it. This isn’t the 1800’s and she won’t contract dysentery from a little wet pant knee. A warm, dry car was waiting for us. I laughed at her and asked her if she was doing walking lunges to tone her little thunder thighs. She replied “YEAH!” (which is her answer for everything these days) and threw her head back in laughter.
The more I think about it, why in the world, in all this world, am I in such a rush, anyway? Where in all of creation do I need to be in such a hurry that I can’t wait the extra two minutes that it takes for my toddler to “help” me do laundry? Gotta rush home before those dirty dishes leave that sink! What?! I need to slow down, let her be my little shadow. Enjoy these times where she WANTS to “help.” Let her be with “mama”, because that’s where she desires to be. Let her be one. Let her be a baby - because heaven knows these times are all too quickly disappearing.
Let her be.