Hi guys! It’s been a LONG time. Sorry it’s been a while since I last posted. Life has gotten super busy, but I’m back and trying to get back on schedule. One thing that has ramped up in my life is my son’s strong personality. He was pretty chill the first few years of his young life, but then….he turned 3 years old….and for some reason, his “terrible-two’s” arrived a year late. It was like a switched turned one day that made him super stubborn, very loud, and think naptime is a bad idea (which breaks my heart…I love naptime). My little sweet guy was becoming a whining, screaming, pint-sized dictator with a constant need to tell me his opinion.
I thought I had a lot to do when he was one and two years old, but none of that compared to him being three. It was like somone gave me a new child. For a while, I thought I was doing something wrong. If the” terrible-two’s” come at two years old, and having a two year old wasn’t any trouble, what did I do to make him act like he does at three? Well, after 3 months, I’ve come to this brilliant conclusion…. nothing. I think somewhere between potty-training, picking up toys, and reading Dr. Suess for the hundredth time, I forgot that my baby boy is still a person with his own ideas and opinions. Opinions that he’s had since the day he was born, but just hadn’t been able to tell me what they were until now.
I think I started putting too much trust in books. Now, don’t get me wrong, education is a powerful tool, but it doesn’t replace what you can learn just through human interaction. My son is old enough now to tell me what he likes and doesn’t like, when he’d like to take a walk outside, or when he wants me to read him a book. It’s not always necessary to follow the guidelines that someone else suggested you follow. A lot of the time, plain old common-sense is enough. Had I relaxed more before, maybe I wouldn’t have thought my son’s “terrible-two’s” had come late. Maybe I would’ve realized a lot sooner, that this baby will one day be a man, and this stage of his life is just a part of building that foundation – a part of him coming into his own. And maybe the “terrible-two’s” shouldn’t be the term for this stage at all, because it isn’t terrible. My baby is just growing up.