My sweet wild darling two year old Odin,
Your favorite color is yea-yo (yellow), you insist every color is actually yellow. You love wearing your dolls, which is why I made you a little mei tai for your birthday. Your favorite dolls are your baby Mickey and Minnie (from Yaya and Nana, respectively) even though you’ve never really seen the show. You love to read. We’ve been regularly going to the library and you’ve even received your own library card, and there’s nothing you love more than picking some out and reading them with your papa. We bought you a camera (a retro Fisher Price one), even though we swore off plastic toys. I wanted to get you one of those trendy new wooden ones, but it wasn’t in the budget. Papa bought you a really rad truck made from old water bottles, you love it although you mostly think it’s a roller skate. We went to brunch and you had the most delicious blueberry pancakes after a cocoa while we waited for our seat. We paraded around town together, the three of us, after brunch. Those are always my favorite moments. I love my little family so much, I love you so much it hurts sometimes.
You like to catch the sun’s rays in the mornings. After you give your papa “big hugs,” before he heads off to work, you run around the house “catching” all the spots of sunlight in your hands. You squeal and try to come run to show me but the sunlight always slips away, so I come to you. Odin, you’re growing so tall. You look like you’re 3 or 4 already! I think you’re smart too, but I think most mamas think that of their littles. You drew a face recently and knew you were drawing a face. You love to draw, just like me. Not a day goes by where we don’t draw together, sometimes we even collaborate on the same piece. You love to watch me work, lately I’ve been putting you in our sling and as you nurse you stare at my hands as I paint and draw my portraits. It only lasts for a little while before you wake up fully and want to help, so I set up a place next to me for you to paint too. It’s growing warmer so we go outside every morning. You help me feed the chickens and you love to collect the eggs. We bring them in and wash them together before immediately running back outside to go for a walk, collecting all of our favorite flowers and stones in our pockets. We come back home and lay in our field to watch the clouds before checking on the bees. The bees have been a favorite of yours these past few weeks. You bring them bouquets of colorful blossoms when we visit and you always crouch down to silently watch them for a few moments before moving on with your day. You’re happiest when there is dirt under your fingernails and you’re planting seeds with me and your papa in the garden. I love that you continue to try to catch sunlight even though it escapes every time. I love that you observe the things around you in a way that I often feel I’ve forgotten. I’m grateful for the little reminders you give me throughout the day to simply just slow down. When we go into town together, if you’re walking, our pace is so slow. You stop to explore every little thing, even if you’ve seen it before. Most of the time it makes me smile, I’m rarely in a rush and the people that walk past chuckle. In your mind, dancing around a tree and climbing on rocks is much more important than the destination. You’re right about that too, the journey is so much more important. I hope I don’t hinder that. I hope you never lose that. I hope that you continue to teach me patience and what it is to be a child again, I know you will. I’m so very lucky to be your mumma, you are magic. You are wild and gentle, feisty and kind, curious and independent, creative and cheeky, loud and quiet.
My favorites are your running hugs. Your eagerness to kiss. Your need to cuddle. You love everyone we meet and say hello and goodbye when we walk past strangers on the street. You are the friendliest toddler I’ve ever met and I love that about you! I’ve heard some wild stories about the twos, but I think I will rather enjoy it.
You are my little boy and I love you so!
With much more love than I could ever express,