I'm not going to lie, the last couple of weeks with him have been hard. He's an absolute angel in our house but when we go out he can become a nightmare - like attacking me outside the shop last week, yes literally attacking me, he went for my face and was roaring like the anti-christ and hitting me again yesterday in the face when I took him to soft play. These events got me very down, I started wondering if I had done something wrong, why was he acting so negatively to me? I had a good think for myself and realised he's just like me, when he doesn't get his own way he acts out - now I don't go attacking people but I can sulk for Ireland, and as he's just learning how to speak properly now he doesn't know how to express himself in a reasonable manner. This is something I have to help him with, not chastise him for.
It can be so hard being a mother, especially when you're on your own for the majority of the time and would just do anything for a bit of help, but then when we go out, especially in the evenings and have some quality time, lots of kisses and cuddles and giggles, I realise just how lucky I am and with the good will always come the bad. My son is a person after all, not someone I can mould to fit into my ideals and boy am I lucky to have him.
I can't help fawning over him. He is my everything, even when he accidentally elbows me in the chin and makes me cry - it's happened, just this morning actually. Oh toddlers!