Today, I was in the bathroom with him, and he was washing his hands.
He LOVES to "wash his hands".
He's just started getting the little kids stool in the bathroom, and washing them, all the time. I think he does it because it's just one more thing that makes him like us - he can be big!
I will be walking past the bathroom, haven't seen him for a few minutes, checking on him, and he'll just be in there, with the water running over his hands, smiling big at me.
It's pretty cute.
He'll say, "Wash my hands, mommy, wash my hands."
Well, today I was in there while he was "washing his hands," and I said, "Jared, can you use the soap?"
He looked all around and said, "Soap?"
Really, he didn't know what it was!
He looked straight at it, then at the towels, and was clearly confused about the word, "soap".
So I smiled, and showed him what "soap" was. He's used it before, he just never really listened to the word.
And he smiled really big too, because it was just one more thing that makes him big like us. He gets to use the "soap."
And I briefly thought to myself, l love these moments in my two year old's life, when that little lightbulb goes off. "Soap. Yes, that's what that stuff is called that I use to wash my hands."
It's the little things, ya'll. These shall pass, and someday, I will look back on this post, and smile, I know. It's the little lightbulbs that go off in their heads that make these hard two year old days worth it. The days when I try to hold it together, when I try to love, amidst feelings of frustration, amidst all the laundry, and the tantrums and the dishes piled high in the sink.
I know when I look back, it won't necessarily be the dishes I care about.
It'll be a little blond headed boy, washing his hands, and for the first time, understanding the word "soap," because Momma showed him what it meant.
It'll be the little lightbulbs that go off in his head.
It'll be the moments that I take a step back and smile.