Oh my dear Two Year Old

I thought his ears were broken because he was having trouble listening when I would call him: to the table, to brush his teeth, to bathtime. I thought he was reckless when I would tell him not to climb or to wait for mommy then find him ontop of the kitchen counter or trying to cut the birthday cake. I was beyond patience when he threw a tantrum because I had broke the grahm cracker for him.

Then, taking a closer look at my two year old I saw: Ears that hear the phrases we say and lips that try to reapeat them, A heart that cares everytime someone is sad and wants to make them happy even if it means giving up a favorite toy, a brother who after ten minutes is still "almost" done holding the baby on his lap, my child who still wants to be held and read bedtime stories to, a firefighter and a mountain climber who can't hear because they are miles away in a different world, A boy who loves freedome and independence and wants to be like his Daddy in so many ways even if it includes exasperating his parents, a boy who has the imagination of a child, a child who has the energy of the whirlwind and the faith and fearlessness of a stripling warrior, a tough soldier who says "yeah, I'm fine" after many a tumble but still wants mom to kiss it better, my son.