There are a couple of lines from an old Counting Crows song that keep coming to mind lately:
She’ll change so suddenly
She’s just like mercury
As I adapt again to life with a three year old, I’m reminded of how unpredictable and uneven they can be. One minute, there’s a red-faced ball of anger throwing a massive tantrum on my kitchen floor. She is, of course, dressed as Sleeping Beauty in this scene. Her tiara is slightly askew and her round cheeks are wet with tears. She wants the impossible, and the fact I absolutely can’t deliver only makes her fury grow. It seems the only word she knows is “no.”
And then, moments later, she’s bright and cheerful, and she puts her sticky, pudgy hands on my face, presses her nose to mine, and says, “Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor!” She tells me she loves me, and asks, “Are you happy at me now?”
Inevitably, I am.
She’s completely unreasonable and absolutely adorable. She’s the most challenging part of my life right now.
But, in the words of Adam Duritz:
She’s entwined in me
Crazy as can be
Yeah, but she’s alright with me