It was a particularly rough morning. Chase was in rare form. In the midst of Derek getting him dressed for school he decided that he didn’t want to take off his undershirt. He wanted to keep on the undershirt he’d slept in last night to wear under his school clothes. We tried to reason with him, explaining that this undershirt was dirty and we had a fresh, clean one that he would put on with his clean outfit. However, he started bucking and kicking and hysterically shrieking “No!!!!” Bryce was nearly kicked in the face and, though we eventually got him dressed, he didn’t go down without a good fight.
A few minutes later I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, shaking my head, and wondering if this was any indication of how the rest of the day would be. I already had my daycare speech in mind – see, I like to warn his teachers when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, so they know to be more sensitive with him and understanding of any extreme behaviors he might engage in.
After washing my face I took my hair down out of the bun I sleep in. Chase casually sauntered into the bathroom as I was removing hair pins. He had already refused to brush his teeth this morning, which is why I was doing our normal bathroom routine alone. He eyed me coldly as I combed my hair down around my face. Then he smiled.
I started. Beautiful? I didn’t even know that word was in his vocabulary. I beamed with happiness, his early morning antics becoming a distant memory. ”Thank you Chase!” I gushed.
He cocked his head to the side and studied me thoughtfully. ”Mommy, you look like a ballerina,” he stated in a serious tone.
“Aww, Chase – that is nice!” And it really was. That’s the highest form of a compliment, coming from Chase. Ever since Kiki from the Fresh Beat Band dressed as a ballerina in the holiday episode, he’s taken a special interest in ballerinas – he refers to any beautiful lady who is dressed up as a ballerina. He had never called me a ballerina before.
Then he said, “No, no! You look like a princess, mommy! You’re a princess!”
I didn’t know he knew what a princess was! Awww! Now my heart was melting – I’m a sucker for a compliment. So sweet! To be called beautiful, a ballerina, and a princess in one morning by my toddler was just so lovely. I always knew he liked to see my hair down. It’s rare, as I usually have it pinned up into a bun. So he enjoys it very much.
I called out to Derek that Chase had called me a princess, and a ballerina… he was still a tad annoyed from Chase’s earlier behavior, but was duly impressed. He knows that Chase takes such compliments very seriously.
I was still thinking about it later at work. I smiled every time I replayed the bathroom scene in my head. Honestly, it got me to thinking about how nice it just might be to have boys after all. I remember being pregnant and telling folks I was having boys – I heard over and over the same statement: “Boys – they love their mothers!” I think I’m just now realizing what that means. I joked with Derek on the phone, “Hmmm, this being the only girl in the house thing may not be so bad. Having all my boys adore me and dote on me and call me a princess and a ballerina? I’ll take it!”
It also got me thinking about just how sweet and kind Chase can be when he isn’t being obnoxious (yes, I said it). It’s these fleeting moments of sweetness that get me so excited about the days when the Terrible Twos (and Terrifying Threes) are over – when his need to assert his independence isn’t so forceful, and calm, pleasant behavior is the norm. This morning it felt like I got a little sneak peak into the personality that lies beneath the mad man. Sure, Derek and I get our share of suppressed giggles when he’s screaming out “No!” and doing his toddler thing. But it can be emotionally (and physically) draining, and I do look forward to the day when everything isn’t met with opposition.
Yeah, I could get used to this all boys thing. *smile*