Dear Addison,
You seem to have a keen sense of what's going on all the time. So I can only assume you somehow recognized my joy at your brother's recent apology. And you one upped him, in every way.
Caden accidentally dropped a box of crayons. He apologized. I loved on him. Incident over.
You picked out my top ten hot-buttons and set about bouncing from one to the other for the better part of the day, culminating in several time outs, a silent dinner, more than a few stern exchanges between you and Dad and I, and a bit of a cold shoulder from me tonight as I tried to put you to bed. On account of all this, I may or may not have consumed an entire bag of chocolate today.
And just when I was ready to write your day off to "terrible twos"... I picked you up to put you into my crib and you tried to snuggle. I didn't refuse you, but I'd already tried the warm, loving-mom route. I just met your hug and was about to say goodnight, when you pulled away from my face, looked me square in the eye and said, "I'm sorry for my red choices and my fibs Mom."
I had a really hard time not crying. But I put on my best teacher face and said I was sorry for those choices and fibs too. That tomorrow we could have a better day. Then you did it again. Just to make sure I understood I guess.
I understand sweet girl. You are whip-smart, intuitive and quick on the pick-up. Which means you are masterful when you decide to put on a show of bad behavior. But I also understand that it must be hard to always have to share me with your brother. To always be competing in some way. To feel that you'd rather have negative attention than none.
But you don't have to fight for me. I'm already yours.
Just be you, love. No more, no less. (And I'll try to do a better job of hiding my hot-buttons, just to be safe.)
I love you sweetest girl,
Mommy
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