Already Two at Nine Months

I thought I had successfully child proofed out home, but I honestly have come to the conclusion that such a think is impossible. This morning I believe my daughter graduated to the terrible two club at nine months old. It seemed like every minute I turned around there was another mess. Although I keep the bathroom door closed, I leave it open in the mornings while I use the mirror. Emma usually entertains herself with her bathtub toys. Well, this morning, she found something new and exciting. She discovered that she can reach the toilet paper and it unrolls into beautiful piles on the floor. After I re-rolled the paper as well as I could, I started making the bed in our bedroom. She followed me into the room of course. In a few minutes, I turned to see our torchiere lamp tipping over. I was too late to save it. It hit the wall and the glass shade broke into a thousand pieces. I picked up the large pieces of glass and shut the door to keep Emma out of the room until I had time to vacuum. I went online to search for a replacement globe, and set her up with toys in her room. She seemed happy and quiet for some time. Then I realized it was too quiet. When I peeked in on her, she had taken all her toys out of the basket and piled them on the floor, pulled the wall hangings she could reach off the walls, taken apart the humidifier, and had  made her way to her changing table and figured out how to take off the cap to the petroleum jelly. She had such fun with that goop. It was in her hair, on her clothes, all over her hands and feet; not to mention everything she had touched after she opened the bottle. I decided it was time for her to take her morning nap. So I washed her up and put her to bed. I was hoping for a couple hours to breathe. That couple hours lasted only half an hour and she was up-ready for more adventures! Her first one was a wonderful discovery. I had left my hot chocolate cup on the end table, from my morning devotions. It ended up being just within her reach. When I turned around, what she hadn't spilled on the floor or on her clothes, she was playing with her hands in the cup. What a treat! It is only 11 o'clock in the morning and my to "do-list" for the day is only getting longer. I adore my daughter, but I must admit, I will breathe a sigh of relief when it is bedtime tonight. 


Mothering can often be a very discouraging and unrewarding task. It is thankless, unappreciated, and taken for granted by all who are not mothers. Often on days like today, I have to remind myself that it is the most vital job I have been given to do. My child's future greatly depends on how she is mothered. Love, patience, and consistent, godly, nurturing will be vital for her throughout her growing-up years. I can only be as successful as I am patient and kind to my little curious one. Today Galations 6:9 has been my comfort.




Gal. 6:9 Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.