Little sis and her family are back in Germany. The time went by way to fast…but possibly, not fast enough for my youngest. She’s just turned three and is fiercely independent, she doesn’t really like help with anything she can manage on her own.”I can do it myself”, is a mantra we hear often enough in this house. We often shake our heads and wonder where this “alien” child ( three going on thirty) has come from. But while my sister was here with my 6 months old niece, my youngest went from independent to clingy.
First off, she gave the term jealous new meaning. She got cranky, didn’t want anyone’s help but mommy’s ( especially not her aunt’s or uncle’s). It got down-right embarrassing. She’s always been a little diva but she was never obnoxious to the point of rudeness before.
After, a couple of days things calmed down a bit and she seemed to adjust to having an infant around that mommy liked to hold ( a lot). But then, instead of being a jealous little monster, she turned into a needy little munchkin. She wants me to carry her like a baby and rock her and sing to her while rocking her…it is certainly not the norm with her, but I am strangely enjoying this interlude. I know, it will be short-lived. So, while she wants to be held a little extra and cuddle and tell me in her sweet little voice that ” I love you soooo much, mommy”, I will enjoy.
Before long, I will hear those dreaded words-“I can do it myself, mommy”-again. All three of my “babies” are growing up way too fast and I treasure every moment that they want to give me a hug or kiss, just because. Or,tell me “You are the best mommy, ever”. Who doesn’t like to hear that? It certainly makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside.