I have to wonder lately if I will survive round two of the terrible twos. Before I had kids I always claimed I didn’t believe in this period that caused most parents to shudder in mournful recognition. Kids are just kids, I used to say. You can’t label things. You notice I say I used to say.
Even with my oldest daughter I would shrug off my husband excusing temper tantrums and toddler meltdowns as the product of the “terrible twos.” This time around, however, I begin to wonder. My daughter is almost three, though so surely it couldn’t be terrible twos. Or maybe she’s a late bloomer. And if that’s the case, I fear for her third year!
To put it bluntly, she is driving our entire family crazy. But Mommy most of all, of course, because I have to be around her twenty-four/seven. I love her so much, but my once sweet, adorable, fun, loving baby has turned in a toddler who always wants—nay, demands her own way! She is upset about everything: if I turn off the TV, or she is told to go to potty, or if her sister drinks from their shared cup when we’re at a restaurant. If I ever say the words no or stop or be quiet.
The list is, as you can imagine, never-ending. Sadly, my patience is not. I am struggling to recall my four-year old ever acting like this. I am trying, but perhaps I have blocked out such memories. Luckily, Alison has been showing an amazing maturity and is sharing with her sister, and making allowances for her feelings that I find myself unable to do. I threatened to put her in time-out for one of her numerous infractions this evening and her sister came to her rescue, saying, “No, Mama, don’t do that. It will make her cry.”
I wanted to turn to her and say, “What doesn’t?”