I know that my little Arthur loves me and that I am the center of his little two-year-old world. For no other will he give wet, soggy puppy dog kisses that seem to linger even after I have wiped the saliva off my face. Only to me will he cling, wrapping his little body around mine like a piece of tight-gripping velcro and screaming at the top of his lungs if anyone should be so kind as to relieve me of my duties by taking him. It is for my privilege and mine alone that he saves his poopy, unchanged diapers. “Nooo! Mo-mee!” he would declare while crying and throwing a fit if anyone else dared to wipe his poop-stained, smelly bottom. Luckily for him, no one ever objects to his wishes, especially when they involve changing stinky, poop-smeared, two-year-old diapers.
It was probably with this same affection then that he woke me up this morning at four in the morning. “Go-o-o, Mo-mee! Go-o-o!” he screamed at me, stirring me from the lovely dream I was having.
“Arthur, sleep,” I begged him drowsily but to no avail as he continued pulling on my arm with both of his little, pudgy hands. “What, Arthur? Do you want water?” I asked him groggily.
“No-o-o! Want go-o-o!” he whined.
“Fine,” I said to him reluctantly as I kicked off my warm, cozy blanket. I was still half-asleep as I allowed him to half-drag me into the living room.
I plopped down on the sofa, ready to continue that wonderful dream I was having before; however, Arthur had plans of his own as he handed me the television remote. ” ‘Mote! ‘Mote! V.V. on!” he demanded. I turned the television on for him and snuggled up against the sofa. I tried to close my heavy eyelids over the tired pupils of my eyes. Arthur shook me again and started whining. “No-o-o-o!” he cried.
“What do you want?” I implored him, desperately wanting to go back to sleep.
” ‘Mote! ‘Mote!” he screamed. I started to turn the channels, which quieted him until I turned past the Wiggles. “Wait! Wait!” he screamed. Whatever infatuation toddlers have with dancing men in multi-colored shirts and too tight of pants I will never understand; however, I did know that my sleep was calling me. I was ready to do anything at this point to get back into my warm, inviting bed, so I turned back to “Prancing Men in Tight Pants,” which immediately made him quiet. Again, I tried to drift back to sleep, but Arthur wouldn’t have it. He climbed clumsily over my curled up legs and onto my weary lap where he plopped himself. “Up! Up!” he cried as he shook me furiously to get me to sit up. “See, see,” he laughed as one of the Wiggles jiggled around like jello in an earthquake. I held him and bared through his “Prancing Men” show with him.
By the time the Wiggles sang their good-bye song, he was fast asleep in my lap. However, all sleep had left me by now. Even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t squint my eyes shut anymore. It was pointless anyway, since I couldn’t even remember what my wonderful dream was about anymore. Instead, I looked at his angelic, sleeping face. He looked so adorable and innocent laying there in my lap. As annoyed as I was over losing sleep, I couldn’t help but also feel a rush of affection for this little mischief-maker. Who else but my little two-year-old would want for me (and me alone) to spend quality time watching “men in tight pants,” with him at four in the morning? I was the apple of his eye at this age, and he was my baby. Someday, he’ll grow up and want nothing to do with me. He’ll pound away at his video games and be too busy with his soccer, football, and many other activities. He’ll fancy fast-moving cars and hot teenage chicks with long flowing hair and big, breasted boobs, but for now, he was just my little boy. I kissed him on his sweet, tender cheek as I hugged him tightly and blinked away the tears.
Aw, that’s just so beautiful! It’s so true, this special time will pass far too quickly
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I remember those days well! Is there something wrong with us in that we find leaking toddlers fascinating? My kids are now 19, 16 and 6. The two older girls barely give me the time of day and the six year old is so active, it’s hard to slow her down for a hug. Enjoy this time while you can.
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The joys of motherhood! Better enjoy this ‘together time’ now LOL.
Happy New Year to you and yours! Glad we met. Will be seeing more of you next year
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May God always bless and protect you and your family with His love, and may this year bring joy, happiness, prosperity and good health. Happy New Year!
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So sweet! Your post compelled me to grab my 5 year old son and hug him! Have a wonderful New Year! Thank you so much for the award. I’m going to get around to passing it around soon!
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Yup, you’re wise to realize…
This is the good stuff. The best stuff! (Although my 15-year-old still calls to me “Mo-mee!” to come watch as he crashes cars in his latest video games. Ha, ha!)
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That was so sweet…I loved the ending of this post, tears and all…it’s so true. Funny how they make you feel crazy and crazed with affection at the same time.
Happy New Year!
Swati
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Hello Blia,
I can’t believe how long it has been for me to come to visit with you at your website. Life is way too consuming.
Anyway, I love your description of the endless battle between sleep and children. I fear that we can’t win unless we invite super nanny to come train our children for us. I for one am losing the battle.
I wanted to tell you that I am so glad that you are a part of our Aspiring Writer’s Group and I am grateful to you and Swati for being so involved with all of the members.
Wishing you a very happy and healthy New Years, Jillian
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I miss having a child that actually liked hanging out with me!
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Have a great New Year for you and your family
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So true – but honestly can’t say I miss changing those smelly diapers! On to bigger and better things
Kristin
What a beautiful post . . . and so true. My little guy (who is also 2) can irritate the daylights out of me and even while he’s doing it, I often think how cute he is. (Definitely helps with making it through those moments!)
awww, this is so touching! There definately is something about a sleeping child that is so angelic and makes you want to just grab them in the moment and stop them from ever growing up. As you mentioned on my blog, we seem to have similar 2 year olds. Mine is right now sitting on my lap as I type around him. My husband calls him my little shadow, he is constantly attched to me, which is quite a feat considering I also have a baby!
I know that feeling well – my favourite place to be was cuddling a sleeping 2 year old who had woken too early from an afternoon nap. They always did wake too early – so they would also climb onto my lap and then go back to sleep. I’d lie there enjoying the moment, knowing full well that the time would be short, and soon those naps wouldn’t even happen in the first place.
The only problem was when you realised that the tv remote, and your fast cooling coffee were both now out of reach!
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…what a great story! I too have no clue of the attraction of the Wiggles (but then again the Tele-tubbies had me baffled too)
Stopping by from U100 MBC. Have a wonderful New Years!
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What a sweet heartfelt post. You made me want to give my boys a big hug. And I’m soooo with you on the Wiggles. Men in colorful tights singing songs to children are creepy. My husband says that the Wiggles and all other men to star in children’s shows wearing skin tight outfits should be put on the sexual predator list immediately.
love this post…also not sure how I landed her, but I’m glad I did!