This face...

Q is 2. I must remind myself that these days, as I feel like I spend much more of my time being irritated, frustrated, feeling tested by such a small little person.

I know it's normal, part of the growing process, neccessary I suppose. I also know that in the grand scheme of things, her "terrible twos" are far far less than other children, and for that we are lucky.

But still, a challenging meal, a struggle at bedtime, and I doubt myself, feeling like a bad mommy. I know I'm not, but those moments get me.

And when those moments get me, I need this face. This face... this little face reminds me that I'm doing ok. That she is happy, healthy, smart, beautiful, and normal... I look at this face, and I know I can keep going... this face has my heart.