Figurative Language

My eldest truly is the wisest. Maybe she is destined to write more than a blog one day. The way she uses language and is in touch with her feelings, even when she was a 2 year old, was and remains remarkable to me. Her first noted simile was in the summer of 2013 at 2 years old, when I wouldn't allow her to do something that I can't even remember. She looked at me with burning intensity and screamed:

"I AM ANGRY LIKE A DRAGON!"

The next week we went to Old Navy with my mom on a family outing to look for new baby clothes in preparation for her little brother's arrival. Maya looked up at the fluorescent lights and vibrant clothing and said:

"Wow, it's like a party in here!"

The party continued later into the summer when her brother was about to be born and my daughter won my heart once again. As I waddled into the kitchen feeling bloated and tired, she said:

"Mommy, I like your dress. You're beautiful." She then put a stuffed animal inside her shirt to look like me.

It's these moments we should never forget as parents. My mom has said to me that even though my brother and I are standing right in front of her, she misses her babies. The time with our constantly evolving children is so stressful, and beautiful, and fleeting, and insane, and awesome, and exhausting. And I don't want to ever forget it.