The Joy of Kidlets

My sons are two, and seven weeks. I have a four year old daughter. They are the very breath of life to me. My little girl is so precocious and smart, my newborn's smiles can make anyone melt with pure happiness. But the true joy I have seen the last few days is my two year old's explosions of personhood. His joy, his fear, his anger, are all right out there. His discoveries about his world so marvelous and transparent as to almost make them your own, all over again.

His trust has not yet been broken, his safety in the world so secure, he feels absolutly free in his skin and secure in himself. I smile when he grasps concepts I deem perhaps too complex for him, I laugh when he discovers a new way to play, or to put his words together in increasingly longer and more complex sentences.

What an amazing thing to be two, to have the whole world laid out for you. You can be anyone or anything, even a cat or dog, if you choose. You have learned enough to be able to manipulate your world pretty well, and young enough for everything to be fun....

I love my little boy. :)