It’s the Little Things that Really Matter

I love Dr. Seuss. One fish, two fish. Green eggs and ham. Such simple concepts, and yet so memorable. So are my children, whom I sometimes refer to as Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Thing 1 is my 6-year-old. She is a carbon copy of me in many ways. Snarky and stubborn, she wants things her way and will settle for nothing less. In many ways, though, she is a better version of me. She is a free spirit. She moves to the beat of her own drum, and I envy her that.

At 18 months, Thing 2 is the newest and smallest addition to my family. Seemingly fragile, she is anything but. Born three months early, she is a fighter. Just ask her sister.

In Seussville, Thing 1 and Thing 2 work together to create mischief. They do not have independent personalities. Not true for my little Things. Though they both create mischief, they do so in their own individual ways.

Thing 1 likes to play the sneak. In her attempts to manipulate reality, she knows she is up to no good and hides her misdeeds.

Thing 2 is my escape artist. She earned this nickname from her first escape attempt, which occurred the day she was born. She did not want to stay put, and she hasn’t since.

Life is certainly topsy-turvy with my little Things on the loose.


3 Responses to It’s the Little Things that Really Matter

  1. Hajrah says:

    Awww! Sweet. 😀

  2. Hehe, I have two little boys (Boy 1: about-to-turn-4; Boy 2: 1 1/2), and your description of your two daughters put a smile on my lips and a laugh in my stomach on a miserable day. Thank you 🙂

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