some call it the terrible twos.
some blame it on spring fever.
whatever it is,
it's vicious.
i say things to myself like,
"now why, exactly, did we celebrate turning 2?!"
he's into everything...
which has been happening for a year or more,
but now he's equipped with the gift of language
and the curse of fits.
there are days,
like today,
when all i can do is put him on his bed
and walk out of the room because i am seeing red,
and i know i am *thisclose*
to a 360 head spin and projectile green vomit everywhere.
i sent a text to my husband--
"jaxon is going to give me a mental break down.
i'm not kidding. please pray for me..."
as a last ditch effort,
i shuffled everyone outside for some fresh air before lunch.
wound up and fit to be tied,
i watched my kids run and soak in the sun
and i began to breathe again...
and then that boy who nearly brought me to tears with his naughty behavior did this--
"flowers, mommy."
and i'm sure most mommies feel this way,
but when dandelions are brought to me
by sweaty, dirt covered, yellow stained hands,
they are beautiful.
they aren't weeds.
they're thoughtful expressions of love from a little heart.
and i melted...
i wasn't mad at him for screaming and throwing fits.
i wasn't mad at him for going in and waking baby max.
i wasn't mad at him for telling me no and melting down.
i wasn't mad at him for taking his dirty diaper off in the middle of the kitchen.
i wasn't mad at him for interrupting me every 5 seconds while i was trying to teach school.
i saw his loving heart through his huge blue eyes
and i held him close and kissed his filthy cheeks.
it was a new start to the day...
...and then he tore up my beloved lilies.
luckily his good intentions overshadowed my frustrations
and we just pretended it never happened.
3 comments:
ugh boys. such destructive loveable little creatures.
diiig the blog look. looks wonderful!
I love the new look too! That age is soooo hard! He sounds like my Andrew (who has changed somewhat since he was two but still makes me crazy on most days). Andrew has said to me this week "why don't you like me?" because I've gotten after him so much because he has been extra naughty. I told him that I love him and if he'd obey and start listening when I speak to him that I wouldn't have to yell at him. I'm hoping he learns this lesson soon!
Great new look!
Isn't it funny how a weed can be so beautiful when given with such love?
Alex can flip flop from demon child to angelic within seconds of each other and it never ceases to amaze me.
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