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31/52 – Unexpected

August 5, 2012

31/52 - Unexpected

Aside from the fact that a kid wearing nothing but a diaper before she decides that she must sport a helmet and bat at the batting cages strikes me as unexpected, this has been a period where the Doodle’s development has been so very unexpected.

This dear toddler of ours thinks that she is a kid, a tween, a teen and maybe even an adult who is trapped in a pint-sized body.  Regardless of her stature or current capabilities, she wants to do everything that her brother, sister and mommies do.  She wants to be in the middle of all of the action and stops at nothing to get what she wants.

She must laugh when we all laugh.  She must eat exactly what we’re eating.  She must climb the stairs upright.  She must wear headphones and listen to music.  She must try to steal out of the house wearing shoes that are 12 times larger than her own.  She must be in the middle of all of the action and not miss a beat.  She must be a part of her herd and ensure that we’re all together at all times.

When we stopped at the batting cages during our family vacation, the Doodle sure was irked that she couldn’t join Papa, Bubaloo or Mama in the batting cages.  At first she soaked in the situation to understand what was happening.  There were sticks and balls, two of her favourite worldly objects.  Then she screamed and screamed because she was separated from her family and all of the action by a black wire fence.  Couldn’t we all see that she was suited up and ready to play ball?

I used to laugh when reading social history that we used to understand human development as two distinct phases:  infant and adult.  I couldn’t imagine a world without kids and teenagers.

But it’s in moments like these that I see the trappings of an emerging adult in a little body still grappling with gross and fine motor skills and requiring huge leaps in cognitive development, that I can see the similarities between adulthood and toddlerdom.  I can see adulthood with a different set of expectations.  I see the Doodle as a mini soon-to-be adult.  I see a toddler who is wise for her age and has knowledge of things that surprise me daily.  I see a kid who absorbs and understands more than I give her credit for.

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  1. August 13, 2012 1:45 pm

    Hee! Love that pic. That is the life of the youngest child, isn’t it?

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