Noah is two years old (well 2 and a half but I’m not accepting that). In any case my little spunky man has started to show his true colors, or at least his preference for things to be “just right”. For instance today I reached into the freezer to treat him with a bright and shiny new purple popsicle. The purple sicle was untouched, unwrapped and perfect. I unwrapped the treasure, broke it into two pieces and held them out to his cute little self. REJECTED!! My offering was rejected. All of a sudden his head is flailing in all directions, I didn’t know a person could swing their head that way without decapitating themselves. And through all of the commotion his voice rings out in desperation “YELLOW!!!!!! YELLOW!!!” (which means orange). He actually was directing my efforts on his behalf and picking a color.

How did we get here Noah? At what point did you realize you like things your own way? You used to be content with whatever toy or food I placed within your reach and now you are reaching out for what You desire. I felt a bit sad today, in the realization that you’re going to outgrow our current relationship and move on to other things that interest you far more than my hugs and kisses. Yet, I am so proud of the necessary steps you are taking, you’re growing up and I know you’ll be amazing as a bigger boy!

After the rejection I calmed down the crazed child, spoke to him softly about not twisting his head around backwards and bestowed a “yellow” popsicle in his still pudgy little hands. He is cuddled up in my lap now and as I kiss his cheek I’m grateful that his current preference includes me.