In Praise of Toddlers

Wee One is a toddler. So truly a toddler, and it’s only going to get more toddler-y as she goes. I’m more afraid of this phase than any other, I think. I’m afraid I’ll lose my patience or my way, that we’ll lose our bond or connection, and that we will start a lifetime of not liking each other. I wanted to keep positive details about toddler in my mind. To this end, I googled, “in praise of toddlers,” and sadly, didn’t find much.

So I’m writing something.

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You’re A Wonder, Wonder Woman

I think I had my first pregnancy dream last night.  Several of them, actually.  In my favorite one, a new Wonder Woman was being born out of a tub, like a Cylon in Battlestar Galactica. She emerged, fully clothed and elevated to the top of the room, where the old Wonder Woman was waiting.

They greeted each other and then stood together and looked ‘away,’ off the horizon.  Together, they agreed that they were going to adopt and raise the coming baby.

I decided this was a pregnancy dream and it means one of two things:

1. I am carrying Wonder Woman

2. I AM Wonder Woman.

I’ll accept either one.