I got a toddler. Smack dab in the middle of the “Terrible Twos”. I got a rambunctious one. Tenacious is what someone called him. He’s just not always tenacious about obeying me. But I digress…
I’ve been reading lots of parenting/mothering/childrearing books and blogs lately as I’m struggling with how to do this phase of parenting. Some good stuff. Some not so good stuff.
But there’s been 2 comments that have really struck me hard. They are:
Someday, you’ll long for these days.
There are lots of women out there that would love to have a little toddler running around, creating messes. Not because they don’t have children of their own, but because they do. But their children are older, well past this age. And they fondly remember back to the coolness that little ones are. Where they’re discovering new things. Where they all of a sudden seem to know their numbers out of the blue. Where there are hugs and “I wuv yous”. Where mom and dad are just the coolest people around (except for maybe Grammy when she has fruit snacks.)
Now maybe those moms aren’t remembering the potty accidents and the temper tantrums and the tears and the pain that is carseats. But that’s okay – it’s enough of a reminder to me to enjoy the good moments (of which there are lots) because someday I’ll want these days back again.
These days are simple.
Well, they can be anyway. But this thought was shared by a writer (Owlhaven here) who also has older children and has come to realize that parenting teens is the hardest phase of parenting. She writes:
It was so easy when they were tiny. So easy to just scoop a sleeping child up after a long day and bring them into the rocking chair for a late-night snuggle. Their soft selves would cradle into me not even wondering, not even skipping a breath. They’d just settle in, where I could breathe into their hair and rock and rock, soothing both our souls, with me luxuriating in the deep down certainty that even thru the heavy weight of sleep they could feel my love. That their dreams were sweet because they were in my arms.
I could really relate to that! If you look at it that way, this is an easier phase. There’s nothing that a nap and some animal crackers can’t fix. There isn’t any drama with friends who suddenly don’t want to play. No being left off the soccer team. No fears about bullies or lockers not opening. No fears about driving or college. No fears about finding a spouse.
With my kids, I control where they go. I can usually hug and kiss the hurts away. A good night’s sleep clears away all of the problems – it’s the best “reset” button ever.
So, even though it can only take 2.6 seconds for my kid’s attitude to change, these are great and simple days!