Becoming "Mom."

Good grief, a two-year-old? How?

Time really has flown by and left us sitting in a heap wondering what just happened.

October 26th, our sweetie turned two! 

Words cannot express the love we feel for her, she is a pure joy to parent and raise. We have our moments of pushing boundaries, refusing peas, or momentary lapses in emotional control (Sahara...), but when we make up, she wraps her arms around my neck and she whispers "sorry mommy," that is what makes it all worthwhile. This age, hands down, is my very favorite. Sahara is a sweetheart and I am so proud of the little person she is becoming.

I am so thankful for this girl, she has changed me, made me better, molded me into the mother she needs me to be. I remember before she was born, I wondered if I would physically bounce back after she was born, little did I know, that isn't what I needed to worry about.

She has changed the very person I am. 

In the moments of stress and change, I didn't understand what she was molding me into.

I fought it. Hard. 

But now, I wouldn't change it for anything.

Hindsight really is 20/20.

She has made me the mom that I never expected to become.

One that checks her baby's breathing at least twice before bed.

One that cuts her food into eye-rolling small pieces.

One that lets her trip over herself at the playground.

A mother that allows her to teach herself when it is possible.

A mother that holds her hand.

One that hugs her baby enough for 7 children.

One that works when it isn't easy, to teach her daughter that this is important.

A mother that I wouldn't recognize if I didn't see her in the mirror every day.

Most days, it is so easy for me to overlook all this spunky 2-year-old has given me.

But, I am so thankful for her. More than words could ever begin to explain. 

So, Miss Sahara, happy birthday once again. 

I am so incredibly blessed to be your mother.