Today I am weary of the tantrums. I can’t recall Cameron’s “twos” being that terrible. In fact, Eli is currently passing through that allegedly terrible phase of life and while he has his moments this is a generally pleasant time. I enjoy this year of life, it seems that the with the development of language skills we can finally communicate.
But darn those language skills. I am thinking that the “Fearsome Fours” might be a more dreaded childhood stage. Now his language skills have blossomed into repetition of the phrases I use most when speaking to him. Today he said to me-
“Mom. I am not very happy with you.”
And of course I am famous for the “If” and “then” sentences. For example-
“If you throw a fit then I am closing your door.” (He has yet to master the childproof doorknobs, rendering him a prisoner to his own bedroom.)
So he has adopted the “If” and “then” threats for his own use, which I must admit at times are very comical.
“Mommy, if you don’t let me have some minutes to play then we will not watch the Curious George movie.” Really?
But today I am weary of my own discipline being used against me. And I am weary of screaming/crying/stomping feet.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think my life is hard. But Richard and I were discussing these discouraging moments the other day and we decided that while it is not good to dwell in them, it is okay to let them settle for a little while before picking yourself up and moving on.
So I am having a little pity moment right now, knowing full well that these tender years will pass all too quickly.
Thank you for indulging me.