Two-year-old tantrums and two-year-old messes-- just typing the words makes me tired. But a few days ago, believe it or not, I learned to appreciate them.
Everyone was in bed. The house was quiet. As I brushed my teeth, I admired the line of toy cars 'parked' across the back of my toilet. Slowly but surely, my son was learning to use the toilet, to listen, to clean up, and to add his personal touch to our home. And I am witness to it all! Would I appreciate the 'after' as much if I hadn't seen the 'before'? After all, what is the dawn without the night? The calm without the storm? The spring without the... well, you get the picture.
Love your stories Sis!
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