|Cheeky two year old sticking his tongue out at his Daddy.|
It's official, my lovely, placid, happy little boy has hit the 'terrible twos stage', it didn't take long as he's only twenty-six months old at the moment but I really do see a change in him, and not for the better. If I'm completely honest it has been really hard going with him lately. Now don't get me wrong, he's not naughty or anything, in fact, I never have any complaints about his behaviour, apart from him doing some silly things from time to time but really he's as good as gold. The trouble with two, you see, is the unexplained constant crying, the whinging, the tantrums, the new fad of collapsing to the ground and banging his head on it when he doesn't get his own way... whoever said that the newborn stage was hard, you couldn't be further away from the truth. The newborn days are a glistening distant memory of calm, happiness and quiet, these days are loud, very loud, filled with shouting and crying and I feel as though I can't do anything right for him at the moment.
I know that almost all toddlers go through this stage, but when people used to refer to the 'terrible twos' I'd laugh it off, naively thinking that it wouldn't be that bad at all but I was wrong, very wrong. My son isn't able to talk a lot yet (although I am completely convinced he knows how, he just doesn't) so he can't express himself to me, he can't tell me what's frustrating him or what he wants and most days are a constant guessing game of trying to figure out what he's wanting. As a parent I am lost, I feel as if I am failing him. He's only two, why isn't he happy? Why isn't he giggling and laughing like he used to instead of turning into the anti-Christ every time he doesn't get his way or is told no? The way he roars and screams just breaks me and I usually end up giving in to him.
I don't usually share these parenting predicaments I face on a daily basis on the blog as I like my blog to be my escape, my place to share all I love with the world and so on, but as I lay in my bed last night, toddler in arms, my arm going dead from the weight of his head but afraid to move for fear of waking him, him all tuckered out from the screaming and flailing about session he just had minutes before, I felt I had to write about my experience with him at the moment, to leave other parents know about the realities and the trouble with two. This is all completely normal behaviour for a toddler of course but it can be draining and with my already lack of inspiration, my blog has been on the back burner and I don't know how to turn things around.
I had been awfully broody for another baby recently but this also has to go on the back burner. At the moment my son needs me to just be his mummy. I need to focus all my attention on him, helping him with his speech, helping him express his emotions in a way that don't result in him banging his head off the ground in anger. Kudos to parents who have two or more children three and under, I really don't know how you do it because I know I couldn't, not right now.
Two can be amazing, two can be wonderful, an adventure of learning new things and exploring more of the world and a cascade of cuddles and kisses for no reason at all, but two can also be trouble, frustrating, defeating and exhausting. I hope my boy is back to his happier self so and this constant crying stage is over with quickly, I need my Tyler Smiler back.
Did your toddler go through a stage like this when they turned two?