“Green bean, hot dog, or a piece of cheese—choose one.” This was the mantra I repeated aloud to my 21-month old Taiter at the table today, as we entered a sporting game of Battle of the Wills. I was confident that my cunning wisdom of providing choices would end with at least one piece of food in the mouth, ensuring a glorious victory for Mom and reaffirming my natural knack for parenting.
Over an hour later, I picked up the cold food and soggy cheese, and while now weary and partially deaf, I licked my wounds and reassessed my confidence. While this was definitely not one of the prouder moments of my little angel, it was precious and timely, in that it reminded me how much these little guys really are still babies.
As I embark on this personal quest to intellectually stimulate my little geniuses, it’s apparent I just might not raise a Nobel Laureate. But more importantly, maybe we will discover smiles and laughter, and that my bonds with each of them (and theirs to each other) will strengthen to last a lifetime. After all, what could really be more important?
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