This post is on the evolution of parenting and how one day you hear something you thought you’d never hear.
A child is born! They are an adorable little peanut. Yes, they cry, but they are so cute and cuddly. Ok, they occasionally drive you bonkers when they don’t sleep, but for the most part it’s all good (with the exception of mom-hormones). You have thoughts that this sweet child–your baby–will be perfect for life. Like forever, and ever.
Life moves on, and your little one–now a toddler– has figured out how to push your buttons with tantrums, not listening, and overall defiance. You keep it pretty positive but still resort to cliches like, “this mess isn’t going to clean itself,” “you are not in charge, I’m in charge” or “fine, bye, I’m leaving the park without you,” in hopes that you are getting through to them–in some way.
But one day comes, the day when all the buttons have been pushed, the encouraging words have been used up, and all that left is your scary mom voice* (it just speckles itself right into the day–like that). And nothing, I mean nothing, prepares you for this moment. I used mine the other day and scared myself. It’s weird when you do something so parent-y. As they say, sh*t got real. So, yeah, this parenting thing is tough work. Can I get an amen?!
p.s. but…how cute are they??
*term picked up from @teammandy!