I don't need help. Four words we hear a lot of lately. This week Clark kicked the independence up a notch. Everything needs to be tried on his own first. I have learnt to factor in extra time before we need to be somewhere. For hurrying things along by not letting him do it himself often results in a reaction that overtakes the initial time to let Clark do it himself. Taking a step back and waiting for him to ask for help really is the best way to go I have found. I think it has coincided with toilet training, and the lead up to his third birthday. Of course, as I write this, my boy has already turned three, but more on that in the next post. This week however, his last week of being two, Clark climbed up a rock climbing wall out of my reach before I could blink. I think just to prove that fierce independence and to show me that he could. It really is a waiting game, a trusting game and a hoping he doesn't fall on his head game. Something that we do from the minute they are born but every now and then it moves up a level. When they suddenly seem to grow an inch taller and learn a new skill overnight. The game changes slightly, their confidence grows and you are filled with a mixture of pride for the person they are becoming and a tinge of worry that they may not know their limits and there may be tears. Thankfully the tears are still easily comforted with cuddles and kisses... and the occasional ice block.
And an extra photo this week because my boy is just so adorable... and it was one of the last I took when he was two.
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