Growing Up

Lily made a lot of references today to being a grown-up, and talking about what she “used to” do.

I really don’t know why, but at least most of her talk made absolutely no sense, so it wasn’t too upsetting for my mommy heart to hear.

Except this one in Publix: 

Lily: “Mommy, I am growing up SO fast.”

*sniff, sniff*

Too true, babe…too true.

She also played “talk” with her toys in the backseat while we were driving around, and a theme seemed to be, “I can hold you when I’m older” or “when I grow up.”

The there was this:

In a consignment store, she was looking at baby Sesame Street toys while I was checking to see if they had something to entertain her on our plane flight tomorrow (yes, pray for me…I am taking her on a flight by myself tomorrow, and am a bit nervous.  Note that I handle nervousness by stalling and NOT packing, which is oh-so-adaptive…)

Lily: When I was a baby and I was younger, I can hold Big Bird and baby Cookie Monster when I am 3.

Me:  Ummm…good point, Lily.

And then there was tonight while I was packing:

Lily: Mommy, I am a grown-up.

Me: Why are you a grown-up?

Lily: Because I am looking at Mommy and I am a grown-up.

Me: I don’t think you’re a grown-up, baby, you’re still a kid.

Lily: We can call me a grown-up.

Me: I can, but you’re not a grown-up yet.  You’ll be a grown-up when you’re older.

Lily: I used to be a grown-up because I am looking at Mommy.

Me: Hmmm…you know, I don’t think that makes sense, Lily.

Lily: I agree, Mommy.

Why does having these conversations with my 2-year-old make me feel like I’m the one who’s missing something?