The 2 year old fought nap time today… isn’t that always the way when you have plans later on and you NEED a happy child…
The second time she got out of her bed I could feel my frustration level rising… the third time my threatening voice came out… then my pleading voice.
Then my singing voice… I cuddle up beside that curly headed little ragamuffin and sang soft songs in her ear. “Jesus loves me this I know…”
“Pat and rub me mommy.”
And so I do… rub rub rub… pat pat pat… the fight leaves her… and my frustration leaves me… now we are just a mama and her baby… snuggling and imprinting love on each other.