It’s 8:55 am and I am in my usual position at the kitchen sink washing out the 4th sippy cup of the day while my twin boys whirl around me like the dervishes they are. Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere Baby A (the devil) does his very best imitation of Jaws, Right. Smack. On. the Tush. Talk about pain. Talk about a nice way to start the day. At 2 ½ years old perhaps he is not yet equipped with the words to tell me how much he loves me so therefore has to bite me to convey his tender emotion. Yeah, right.
As a “seasoned” Mom (think old) I have done plenty of research to try and learn why my toddlers act the way they do. But some of their behavior (like most of the time) simply defies reason. I once heard a wonderful description of toddlers from a friend of mine. “They are like little drunk people” and it’s true.
Think of the stumbling and falling, the mixing up of words, the raw emotion and I could go on and on. Have you ever had the pleasure of trying to reason with a toddler in the middle of a melt-down? I stand there, my tongue agape wondering how in the world all those women before me have gone through this exact same scenario (nightmare) and how many more after me will continue to do so again. (Ha! Fools.)
In these challenging times I comfort myself with the theory that claims we are given the exact type of kid/kids we need. For example, if we tend to be a little on the high-strung side (who me) then we are blessed with a laid-back kind of dude who takes everything in stride and conversely; if we are that mellow mama we get a high-energy kid who is on the go 24/7. Either way, the moral of the story is that we are supposed to learn from them and possibly grow and change where necessary. I laughed at this theory when I first heard it but it makes perfect sense to me now. Let’s just say with twin boys who both carry a little of me and a little bit of the husband, I’ve got a Lot to learn.
I also remember hearing that at 2 ½ to 3 years old everything changes with your toddler in that it appears someone is finally home. They listen (most of the time) and can take direction. I put this to work for me when folding laundry. You put This over here, and You put That over there. It’s a fun time for sure and every day another adventure, never knowing what they will say or do.
While scolding Baby A for biting me in the buttocks he had the nerve to say to me, “I want Love” – what’s a mom to do? As I stared at him in disbelief I recalled what his brother did to his Dad just last week and didn’t feel so bad. Let’s just say Daddy got it a whole lot worse in a far more sensitive spot.
This is an original post for Jersey Moms Blog by Gena Lande, a New Jersey mom.
Photo credit given to SXC.