It’s pretty custom to write a fresh blog post for the New Year. But, this time it’s not about resolutions or solutions. And, it’s not a trip down memory lane either. I get tired of reading posts like that. You know–posts that are full of optimism and hope for the New Year to bring new things. Posts that ramble on about new goals and ideas. Posts that reminisce on all the woes and triumphs of the past year. Seriously though, how many goals do you attempt to achieve in one year and actually achieve them? Okay, I’m guilty. I’ve written these types of posts. We all have. But, this year I’m just not feelin’ it. Don’t get me wrong–I did make a goal list and I’m very excited for 2016. I’m just choosing not to share it this year, because I’m assuming you’ve read enough of these posts.
Maybe it’s because Cora (my youngest) turns 1 today, and that’s what I want to write about. The fact that my baby– isn’t so much a baby anymore. And, it’s totally heartbreaking. Insert 1,000 tear emoji’s. Sure she will always be my baby, because she is the youngest. But now, she is a walking toddler. A freakin’ one-year-old!
Each age comes with new responsibilities, stages, and developments. And, with Cora turning one I’ve slowly entered into this world where my children are starting to fight. Sibling rivalry has officially begun folks. Uhh surprise! –Yeah, no. It’s not fun.
And if you have kids you know how it goes:
Cora is holding a toy.
McKinley grabs the toy.
Cora starts flailing and screaming. Technically a tantrum. (And not a cute one). It’s the kind where you actually scrunch up the side of you lip, raise your eyebrows, and say, “Are you serious?” Then you attempt to correct the situation.
“McKinley, you took that from your sister and she was playing with it. Please give it back to her and when she is done you can have a turn.”
McKinley starts stomping her foot with hand on hip.
My eye starts twitching.
Cora grabs toy from McKinley.
“Hey, that’s mine!” as she grabs back from Cora.
Eyes bulge. Teeth clench.
“If you guys cannot share, then the toy goes.”
Thankfully at this point I can still distract Cora—but with effort.
It’s obviously not all like that. Now, when McKinley stubs her toe, or is crying about her newest and latest “boo-boo,” Cora toddles over to McKinley and repetitively pats her with both chubby little hands. And smiles. McKinley giggles. They hug. Ah! I live for these moments. Every parent does. Because, It’s better than gold. It’s a calm and peace that rushes through your mind and body. Where the world makes sense. And you understand purpose. And love simply permeates the room in a profound way.
“Cora say, “MA-MA,” come on you can do it!” McKinley has become an amazing sister. I think it’s a big milestone–developing that role and understanding what it means to be a sibling. But, in a year, McKinley has owned it. Cora cries and in a matter of minutes McKinley returns to the rescue with a teddy bear.
Another aweing thing about having a big One-year-old is that their personality emerges. Cora is a sweetheart. And that’s the best word to describe her. She stumbles over to give my legs a hug while I cook dinner. And is laid back enough to let me hold her in an Ergo carrier for hours. She has gentle eyes. You look into them and see a softness. I recognize them, because my father had the same blue eyes.
Cheers to parenthood and Happy Birthday to our sweet Cora. We love you!