25/04/2025
She’s two years old, — my tiny best friend.
Being a girl mom in the toddler stage means I’ve learned how to negotiate with someone wearing unmatched clothes, and peanut butter on her face.
It means answering “why?” 147 times a day—
and sometimes just whispering, “Because mama’s tired, baby.”
It’s the way she insists on doing everything “by myself”—even if it takes ten times longer— and how she wants to be in my arms the second I sit down.
It's watching her go from belly-laughing at a bubble to full meltdown over the wrong-colored cup.
She tests every limit... and teaches me every day about patience, wonder, and the strength of tiny girls with big opinions.
But then she says, “I love you, Mama” with sticky hands and sleepy eyes, and I melt into a puddle of gratitude and exhaustion.
This stage is loud, beautiful, chaotic, and fleeting.
And I know one day, I’ll miss the sound of her tiny feet running down the hall yelling “Mamaaaaa!”
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