I’m gonna go ahead and say it. Being a parent isn’t always awesome. There are times I feel so overwhelmed and think, I don’t like this phase… Jesus, this is not what I signed up for.
Toddlerhood is one of those times.
And let me tell you, this has been a rough patch. His temper tantrums and impatience and meltdowns have been out of control. He’d hit us and scratch us and throw every single thing he can reach. And I was sick of it. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I didn’t know to make him stop. I didn’t know how to make it better.
I thought, if this is a glimpse of the terrible twos, I really don’t know that I am steeled enough to survive this, him.
So I got backup. I got books. I asked for advice from the young and old. And just as I was preparing for the worst, he turned a corner and, well, simmered.
He was my sweet little boy again.
He stopped the hitting and the scratching and the screaming. When I said no, he’d get upset but so briefly that you could simply ignore the tantrum about to take place and it’d end almost as soon as it began. And what do you know? He’d be toddling around, fine as ever.
Today was a prime example. He’d sit and play with his cars for an hour all by himself. And then he’d run around wanting you to chase him. And he’d climb all over the sofa, giggling uncontrollably.
This picture says it all. Sure parenthood isn’t always fun and happiness, but there are good days and there are bad ones. It helps to remember that the bad days are much more fleeting than these filled with laughter…