And he is two

And officialy graduated from my cuddly,huggable,mamma wanting baby to an independent, anti-cuddle,anti-hug,anti-kissing and kiss resisting little man.Where did my baby go? How did I,from being the center of the universe become Pluto? I know not.Two is an interesting age. I guess it is a liberating age in the baby life. They can tell us what is on their mind and not rely on us to guess them. It is the time when they move on from cries,to babble,to words,to sentences.That is exactly when he let me know how pathetic I was by idolizing and mimicking me in speech ,actions and words.When you hear something from the baby mouth and you get over the initial shock of where did that come from.You realize , you are kind of looking into a mirror and you see a miniature version of you.So better stop licking your finger clean after the meal.Now the pressure is on,from trying to be the ideal me.I know I will not be at it for long,because it is hard being me and to be the ideal me would be a himalayan task which the lazy me cannot keep up.So I try to be the best me possible for my son.When my son points to the 'lellow' bus at the 'singal' I realize that two is not that bad after all.I cling to my baby in those little ill formed words.Happy two years baby.Love mamma