More emotions (on both of our parts). More intense days, or moments within each day. She makes me belly laugh like I haven't done in years. She makes me more frustrated than I've ever been in my life. She gives me little butterflies in my stomach when she grins at me, hugs me, and tells me she loves me. She makes me question whether I'm strong enough to be her role model.
I know that she loves me. She is a great kid. I know she isn't even three years old yet and I should cut her some slack. But when she bursts into tears for the fifth time in two hours, all because she didn't get to open the door by herself since Truman did it for her, it gets to be a lot. She will scream bloody murder for minutes (hours if I let her) on end. Nothing appeases her, nothing soothes her when she is a hot mess. And this can happen at the drop of a hat, usually because something doesn't go her way.
I love being a 'girl mom' and I love being *her* mom, no matter how much she kicks my butt. She is our biggest challenge and our biggest joy. She's just getting so stinking big and yet, I can't believe she isn't even three years old yet. Sometimes I'll just stare at her pictures in wonder, getting a glimpse into a fifteen year old CC. And I guess I don't feel too terribly frightened at the teenage Cecelia vision. She is just something else, man.
Oh, how I love this child. I am so thankful for our little spitfire, our firecracker, our middle child, our only daughter, our Cecelia. I am equally thankful for wine and naps. But mostly for her;)