Sydney is almost 2.5 and she is far different than her extrovert brother and mother. Each morning Sydney comes downstairs, puts on her rain boots and walks out back (our yard is fenced). She quietly explores the yard examining blades of grass and flowers that have bloomed overnight.
I hear her chatting away and it is hard for me to not go to her and ask what she sees. But I have learned that this is her time, her start to the day. And that the most respectful thing for me to do is to let her have it.
Sometimes she gets lucky and puddles are left from the overnight rain- this gives her an especially nice start to the day.
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