Being a Mom- who decided to label it terrible 2's. Most of the age of 2 was a cake walk. The last leg of it however, running to the threes- well no one ever warns you about that until you are at it's ugly doorstep. My sweet, funny, wonderful daughter is one of the greatest joys in my life, but I swear, those moments when she is possessed, I can not believe that it can be one in the same. Her temper tantrums are a thing of awe. Zero- demon can happen in a blink of an eye. Over seemingly small insignificant things. "No you may not have a cookie for breakfast" is met with the following in rapid succession: I want a cookie
Cookie NOW
C O O K I E followed by things I am sure only the dog down the street can make out. Not a breath taken. Is truly is awe inspiring. I have learned that you must ignore the beast for it to go away. No amount of time outs will stop the rampage. No amount of tones meant to soothe can temper this howling and flash anger. So I simply look the other way. With no attention being paid the beast is with out oxygen and soon gives up. But still this is a wonderful age to see the growth happening in their personalities. To bare witness to the expansion of their world. For this to happen they must push against the boundaries, see how far they can go. Good for them. Now someone pass me a shot of Jack.
Waiting- I have come to realize in some ways I am like my daughter. I have the patience of a three year old. I am waiting for some news at the moment. It is killing me. I was told the last week of July- well here it is, last couple of days are slipping by..... It is my ego that is suggesting that my time is of such great importance I should wait for no one and nothing. Life however does not work that way. I have been stressed for a couple of days over this, pretty sure I have not been sweet as sugar around home ( I also have a sneaking suspicion that there is a hormone thing tied to this but heaven help the poor schmuck that decides to suggest that to me).
In all fairness due to my job I do have to have my life scheduled pretty far in advance. However, I can not wait well. Perhaps it is time to rethink my strategy here. It seems that I waste much time being tense over things that I obviously can not control. I could put all that excess into so many other things. Like another shot of Jack (just kidding!)
Rude people- You know them, pushy, self absorbed, sometimes (but not always) ill informed. Cut in front of you to get on the train. Use a stupid amount of profanity in front of my kid in a public place. I have been known to drop the occasional Fbomb, and at times I can pepper my speech with a few tart choices. But come on, not only do I not want my kid hearing it- you sound stupid. How are you to be taken seriously in life if your vocabulary suffers such limitations. Manners teach respect- what is wrong with some of you?! Ahh too much Jack!
Thank you for letting me rant a little. I feel a little lighter. Life as a whole is good, and I will try to never take that for granted. I strive for more humor, peace, and patience to become a bigger part of who I am. I hope for that for my sweet one too. So where do I start?
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