He turned 2 a couple weeks ago now. He makes me laugh everyday, this morning it was his (kind of) play, intense embrace and stern face when I said I would need to leave for a few hours. Later I smiled as we released him to walk with his sister a few doors down, to see if her friend was home. Oh, the freedom and confidence he felt, and how his big sister held his hand. We stayed in the front yard watching them go.
Having reached the 2 milestone, I see shifts happening in him and me. He’s surprised himself by saying or extending certain words. “Lou lou”, our cat, is now “Louie”, as in he points to a scratch on his knee and with a look of concern says “Louie” (though I’m pretty sure Lewis did not scratch him). When I offered him crackers the other day, he communicated with “ah, ah” and “mm, mm”, a movement of his hand and then out came “bowwl”. I was delighted as was he, and I could see in his face that he’d just said what he was thinking, and how satisfying it was to communicate what he wanted.
Emerson’s birthday sign. He pointed to it and smiled.
In myself, I’ve noticed little bits of clarity arising and naturally stepping back (a bit). When both my children reached the age of 1, I experienced such relief that they made it, I made it, we all made it. 2 definitely incurs another level of deep breathing but introspective rather than survival.
We read car and truck books every night. He points them out in the background of books, in places I don’t notice at first, and he hears them, his ears so attuned to their sounds. He quickly runs to the window. Today, he asked me about the “guc” that had been on the street for the last 3 days, the blue truck belonging to the arborist working on our neighbor’s tree. He did that same face of concern, showing that he missed that truck and why was it gone?
I find myself smiling lately. I watch him run out the door, right behind his sister, running to meet their Papa at the car. I see him running with his sister down the sidewalk, his bright, blond hair flying. I see him jumping, dancing, hitting the table in time to a folky and sweet musical video in which a family plays music altogether, he’s feeling so moved that he’s got to express it anyway he can.
I’m happy he’s 2.