I remember when Cas was a baby. Quiet and to be honest, a potato with eyes.
Annnnnnd then, he turned one and suddenly decided to talk, walk and run. Yes, he is speaking. A lot. Even started forming sentences, better than me. The current sentence is “Where is mum?“ – mummy is currently unavailable and sitting on the toilet, where I snuck off without you noticing.
Because otherwise I would have to do my business with you staring and asking me, “whats that? “. I love Cas. He is already ten times a better human than I am, and I‘ve lived for nearly 26 years. He has only been alive for 20 months and is, the most amazing child I know. But now he speaks, “over there!“he yells and if I don’t listen, he takes my hand and makes sure I do as I am told. Are all children such dictators? Or am I just currently raising a child who’s becoming independent? I guess we will never know.
When Cas started talking, my mother heart went nuts. And if you are a parent, YOU CAN’T DENY THINKING YOUR CHILD IS SOME SORT OF GENIUS! BECAUSE WHERE THE HECK DID, HE LEARN ALL THESE WORDS?! But then time passes and you remember, your child isn’t a genius. Remember, he or she is still in daycare picking the nose of other children and eating their snot or he is pointing to his or her butt and asking what that is. And when you say butt and explain that poop comes from there… The words “NO!“are yelled and you can go about their day. Yes, your days are numbered my friend.
But in the chaos, nothing is more awesome than knowing that this human, that you either pushed out, is now starting to become a semi-okay functioning person with, apparently, strong opinions on either dinner or the fact that when they do a shit, they need a new diaper. Like seriously, why not just accept that no one wants to smell your poop?
God I love being a mother, it’s probably the funniest part of my life. Even when it’s tough.
Until next time. Now it’s time for carbs and Last Week Tonight with John Oliver.