I think there may be nothing cuter than the way a 24-month old child talks. Well… maybe there is–the way two 24-month old children talk….
Isabel and Elliana are in the cutest stage of communication right now. Their speech is still slightly unclear, and many of their sentences consist of about one word; and yet I can understand almost everything they say. In their innocent and imperfect two-year old way, they ask me questions and tell me stories, they converse with each other and with Abel and Amariah, and they get better at it every day.
That’s what panics me a bit. It’s not so much the fact that they are outgrowing their clothes or learning to dress themselves or climbing ladders or keeping up with their big brother and sister that gets me. No, it’s their developing communications that make me confront the fact that my “babies” are becoming “kids,” and they’ll never be babies again.
I know as well as any other mother that each stage of childhood has joys of its own–and, because of that, I’ve never had much trouble saying goodbye to babyhood in the past. I suppose what makes this time a little different is that, as far as we know, this is our final goodbye to babyhood. As I say farewell with reminiscent eyes, my heart rejoices in the blessing it has been to be able to enjoy each special stage doubly this last time around.