Challenges and Joys

I find a lot of sympathy from other parents who have lived through the "terrible two's". And I find it's easy to get distracted by all the challenges, and miss the fun. So yes, there are times I would describe as terrible. But calling it the terrible two's doesn't even hint at all the fun that is had with a two year old. Pointing to Bebop's big belly and saying he's full. And then sticking her belly out and saying she's full too. The adorable way she sings. The way she tilts her head when she smiles. The way she scoops up imaginary baby birds and pets them then helps them fly off. They way she pats her little brother on the head and coos to him. The way she reacts when she first sees me after being apart... running across the room as fast as her little feet can fly, and jumping into my arms and giving hugs that you want to never end. The way she gets on the phone with Memaw and Bebop, then takes the phone across the room to "show" them something. And she's got the cutest little giggle in the whole world! Yes, she's my challenge. But she is also my great joy.