His eyes shine with glee as the stones leave his hand and hit the water. The winter sun beats down on our faces, and his laughter and squeals of delight fill the air.

I'm reminded of the sheer joy in the simplest of pleasures. I may be trying to teach him how to make boats out of leaves but he is the one teaching me (as always) the big life lessons. It's incredible when you think about it really, two years old and he's got it sussed.

I've recently come to the conclusion that nothing can prepare you for being a parent to a toddler. One minute you're cradling a baby, the next minute you are in the thick of toddlerhood, and let me tell you, it is a messy business. You question yourself a thousand times a day as to whether you are making the right parenting choices, and you know what? Sometimes I'm not, but that's okay. I'm learning to not beat myself up when we've had particular trying day. Caleb isn't asking for perfection from me, which is good, as perfect mother I am not. I'm wising up however that this 'perfect mother' figure we conjure up in our minds, is exactly that, a figment of our imagination, a mythical creature. She does not exist! Mistakes are okay, and learning from them is what is key. Even if you have to make the mistake several (hundred) times ;)

For I know now as Caleb grows, so will I as a parent.

Here's hoping he never gets too old to throw stones in a pond and make leaf boats with his old mama though.

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