There is a certain wild unpredictability about toddlers that I think must be designed by nature expressly to prevent us Mamas from ever becoming complacent or having that feeling that you’ve got it together for more than about a minute. You wake up and wonder: will she like cucumber today, when yesterday it was “very not tasty Mummy!”? will the shirt that was put on this morning amidst a rather tearful and lengthy ‘discussion’ ever be removed without a maelstrom of more tears? and was yesterday’s seeming decision not to eat any of the Playdoh a fluke, a sign of progress, or simply the result of an ability to hide it a bit better?
But in all of that uncertainty there are a few stalwarts of consistency.
You know that the day you send her to nursery in her favourite t-shirt they will have soup for tea, purple glittery painting time, or both.
You know that regardless of which toy she declared her undying love to last night as she fell asleep, her current favourite is the one that her little sister is surreptitiously trying to make off with, or better yet, the one her little sister is holding, because it actually belongs to her.
And above all, you know that no matter how much she enjoyed doing a little bit of scissors and paste at her friend’s birthday party,
no matter how carefully her father fitted it to her size,
it isn’t Kitty who’s going to end up wearing it, as all around the room, loving fathers are besieged by tiny scissor wielding toddlers waving red paper plate creations, and instructing their chief minion “you wear it Daddy!”
So with the blessing of my husband who knows I took this photo and that I’m putting it on the blog, it’s over to you for a little #SatCap fun.