Dear Mommy and Daddy,

I figure it's probably been a really long time, like maybe 20 years, since that's as high as I can count, since you were a toddler. So I thought I'd write and remind you what it's like to be 2 years old.

First, I am not sure why everyone calls this stage the "Terrible Twos." I like how one author calls it the "Terrific Twos." He went to graduate school to learn this, but I can tell you from experience: Being 2 is fun, most of the time.

Sure, I do miss some things about being a baby. I wish I could get the same amount of attention that babies get. And sometimes, especially when I'm tired or sick, I want to be carried and fed. But most of the time, I'm excited about being a toddler.

Being 2 means I can do things myself. In fact, that's my favorite phrase: "I do self!" I enjoy learning how to do everything from washing my own hands to figuring out how puzzle pieces fit. I know I make mistakes, like today when I put my shirt on backward, but I'd rather do things myself halfway right than have you do them for me, even if you're in a rush. That's how I become independent.

It's fun to be your helper. Even when my "help" makes more work for you, like when I try to fold the laundry, I'm learning. Since some tasks, like going to the potty, are actually very hard for me at first, I appreciate your praise and encouragement.

I'm also super curious. That's the reason I'm always touching and grabbing nearby objects, especially if they're new. And that's why I ask you lots of questions, like what the he'e in the aquarium eats, and what is the name of the white stringy stuff inside of an orange peel (I bet you had to look up the word "pith").

Now about those infamous tantrums, I admit that there are some concepts I don't understand. For instance, if I share my toy with my friend, will she really give it back? If we aren't in class by 9 a.m., will it really start without me? Why does the wall look like one giant easel if it's not meant for crayons? I wish I could better tell you how I feel, but I don't always know the right words. Even when I do, sometimes my pronunciation and grammar are difficult to understand. So that's why it can be hard for me sometimes.

Despite my occasional fits, though, I respect and need you. When you're not near me, I feel an empty space. I may like my other caregivers and be comforted by holding my lovey, but ultimately I am your 'opihi. I watch you closely and mimic everything you do and say. I want to grow up to be just like you!

So thank you for doing your best to be an example of kindness, love, and patience to me during the "Terrific Twos." I love you!

Aloha,

Your adoring (and adorable) toddler