Parents of two-year olds...you can relate. Your child is sporting a teenager-esque attitude, their favorite word is "no," and the slightest disagreement results in a screaming fit unsoothable by anything other than a nap. It was that time of day in my house the Saturday of Week 12. I knew he needed some quiet time. So I forced him to sit with me in the glider. He resisted like the best of them, kicking, screaming, doing the whole "stiff as a board" bit. That lasted maybe 2 minutes. Then, literally one breath after a scream, his eyes shut and he was quiet. I thought for sure he was faking it. I almost started laughing. But he wasn't faking it, he really had fallen asleep!
I was sitting there in my "I told you so" glory and my husband happened to walk by. I told him to grab the camera for me. I choose the settings and told him how to take it, so the angle is not my favorite, but it's pretty hard to explain your vision with only 1 hand and a sleeping toddler in the other. So that's where this image came from. With it's imperfections, it's still perfect to me.
I read an article not too long ago, it has stuck with me since and has definitely helped fuel this project for me. It talked about how one day, you will hold your child for the last time, help them get dressed for the last time, change their last diaper. And while in the moment that you're being kicked and screamed at while you try to wipe a tush, it doesn't exactly feel like something you're going to miss. But the next day, your child is a little older, a little more independent. And as I was laughing to myself, I started to get all weepy, thinking this could be the last time I hold my sleeping child in my arms. He's getting so big, so fast. Many nights now, he'll ask me to put him to bed without singing him our bedtime song. My heart breaks a little each time that happens. So I try to savor these moments, because they pass by so fast, and they might not happen again.