So these Terrible Twos, yeah? I’d been convinced that we’d already been in them for a while… The tantrums, the random screaming, the sudden waking in the night again…
All of a sudden I realise that was just standard toddler behaviour and now we’re charging headfirst into biting, hitting, lying on the floor face down because I’ve said no (a word which seems to come out of my mouth a lot more often and with more urgency than ever before…) , wilful disobedience, and sobbing “I want Daddy!” each time I ask him to get dressed.
He gets cross, I get cross… This house is a bubbling pot of anger and impatience. I really, really, REALLY don’t like being angry – it’s not an emotion I’ve ever handled well. I usually end up in more tears than X does, and for a lot longer too. And as a rule I’m not an angry person – but once I’ve reached the end of my tether there’s a voice that comes out of me that I barely recognise.
But are the Twos really Terrible?! Yes, there’s the temper and the determination to be both independent and clingy at the same time, but isn’t it such a wonderful age!?
He’s a proper little boy now; that toddle has gone from his walking, he sings songs and dances around. He has favourites and likes to make people laugh. At the point of despair during yet another meltdown it seems like this is all there is to life now with your mini dictator, and it’s hard to appreciate that a great deal of the time things are lovely, and loving, and calm and funny.
I’m not about to wax lyrical and say “you should enjoy every moment!” or “they’re not little for long…” and so on, because we all know it seriously sucks to be a parent sometimes, and carting your kid off to time out under your arm is never going to be the highlight of your day. But I need to remind myself that these Twos aren’t all bad so that, when I find that voice creeping out in anger, for the 3rd time in a morning, things will calm down, there will be cuddles and apologies, there will be laughter and “love you”s.
And failing that, there’s always wine…