After my post the other day, I sent an email to a group of mums to vent a little. We always talk about how proud we are of our children – it’s so easy to share the happy, good stuff – but I needed to share how hard the day was and hopefully hear back that I wasn’t the only one having tough times on occasion.
I got what I asked for – a bunch of mums posted back that they were expreiencing “the terrible twos” with their precious little ones. It was also interesting to see how many found it difficult to admit their kids were less than perfect … or to even complain about the kids they love so dearly. I want to make sure that I stay somewhat real through this mothering process.
He’s amazing on so many levels, but he has his moments when I’m not quite sure how to react. Like when he turns to me with the I-Know-I’m-doing-something-I-shouldn’t look and proceeds to do it anyways. Or when he screeches at the top of lungs, no matter how many times I ask him not to. He’s out of the phase of throwing food on the floor during dinner, but into dumping all his toys out instead of picking just one to play with.
The one thing I promise to myself is to allow myself to be frustrated with him from time to time, because squashing that emotion won’t do either of us any good. I hope that I can help him learn to deal with his own frustration, too, while I’m learning to manage mine.
