I’m not sure when I began to realize that my child isn’t perfect…but it has certainly become crystal clear in the past few months.
When you are pregnant with your child and even during the early months–everything is perfect about your baby, he coos perfectly, he giggles perfectly, he crawls with perfect precision–even his poop is amazing.
My child however is showing me that he is his own person–and I better get used to it, quick.
According to every experienced mom that I chat with my sons tendency to talk back, become hyper emotional at the drop of a dime, do what HE wants to do regardless of what his parents ask of him–is all completely normal for a 3 year old and even maybe when he is 4.
Which doesn’t make me any less likely to pull my hair out.
Add to that the different parenting styles of me and my husband and you have a very interesting household.
Then I google (I swear google can be your best friend and your worst enemy) and I read dozens of parents, mommas who are at their breaking point ready to hurt somebody because their kid is just.like.mine.
Is it weird that I feel relieved that I am not the only one being tortured?
My refuge is in the moments. The perfect beautiful moments. The ones where he takes care of me, gives me out of the blue hugs and kisses, or when he shares his favorite snack with me, unsolicited.
That’s what balances out the crazy.
If you have an angel toddler congrats to you…but I don’t, my kid is not perfect. Somewhere along the line I transitioned from the rainbows and lollipops version of motherhood right into the real deal nitty gritty. My first angry phone call from a parent was like a bucket of cold water, I really don’t want to be that parent.
I suppose the hard part is to simply wait it out–but that is the hardest pill to swallow especially when you are in the middle if it all. *insert weight loss reference here*
In the meantime I will take the advice of the other mommies and wait it out, choose my battles wisely, and enjoy him–even when he is sprawled out on the floor in defiance, talking back to me or simply doing the opposite of what I ask him to do.
I will wait it out.
When did you realize your kids weren’t perfect?