Her frustration grew more and more as she repeated the same sentence. I knew she was trying to say, to convey what she wanted, but her toddler speech was so hard to understand sometimes.

“Sweetie, just slow down… mommy is trying to hear you.”

The tears welled up in her little eyes as I still was not receiving what she was laying down. She started patting her leg, so I thought maybe she hurt it, but when I went to check she screamed in frustration.

“Why don’t you show mommy?”

She calmed down and took my hand pulling me into the bathroom, now I was even more confused. What could she want in here. She pointed up at the shelf that had a million things on it. I went to grab each item and each time she protested loudly. My brain becoming more scattered as I desperately tried to understand this little human.

Finally my hand grabbed the hair brush and she started jumping with joy, a large smile spread across her face. I went to hand it too her and she practically snatched out of my hand and ran back to the living-room where the grunting started again.

“What now love?”

I asked as I walked in. She was patting the floor beside her with new found fervor. I stood there and she grunted, then I sat. These new forms of communication were really difficult to figure out at first, but once I sat she rejoiced! She stood and immediately started “brushing” my hair.

I could feel more knots with each stroke, but the joy in her little voice was worth every cringe of pain. She is my everything after all. When she finished I understood one word

“Utiful mommy.”

Beautiful, I loved this little girl. My head ached for more than one reason, but to see her light up as she sees her “masterpiece” is more than enough. That being said I got up and went to find Tylenol. Toddler smiles, coffee, and Tylenol is every mother’s tools to get through the day.