Sometimes when he "acts out" (as I like to call it) I can't help but snag a few pictures. It's honestly very few and far between that he does act like this. I mean I wanted some recent photos and I had to back up to June just to find most of these. (O who am I kidding?? It's an every other day thing it seems, I just haven't taken that many pictures!)
His pout is pitiful. His tears are huge. He wants a hug when he isn't getting his way...errr...he's sad. They say the best thing to do is ignore a toddlers fit throwing. That is their way of communication since they aren't speaking well and as long as they are not going to harm themselves the best thing to do is .... simply...walk away. Easier said than done if you are a mom like me. I feel bad. I want to cry. Sometimes laugh. I want to make it all better when I know there are things he needs to learn from.
He has this "fake" whimper he does when...well...he isn't getting his way. I feel bad sometimes but then again I can't *always* give him his way. I can't. Plain and simple. I can't always let him throw the football in the house. I can't always let him bite the cat. I can't always let him tear his diaper off to potty in the living room floor. I can't always let him take glue sticks and think they are chap stick. I can't always let him eat cat food and play in her water bowl. I can't always let him eat crayons. I can't always let him think the ceiling fan is a new toy and that if a ball hits it just right its funny. I simply can't allow these things...and more...to happen any longer.
I can't let him be mad at me when hes not dressed and he wants his 3rd...yes 3rd...ice cream sandwich for the day. He gets mad. He "acts out". And he's over it within a few minutes or sometimes seconds but in that short time it can seem like for.ev.er! It wears on me. It drains me. It has tested my patience more than once. I thank him for that. I thought I was a pretty patient person before....O NO!! now I "act" totally oblivious to what he's doing around me. People may think I really don't have a clue, but little do they know, I know everything he does and, at that moment, why he is doing what he's doing.
When we have the days where his fit throwing...his fake whimpers...his "acting out"...out weighs the giggles...the I LUUUBES YOUs...the silly faces and funny noises...the days where he kisses the cat and doesn't want to eat her or her food. The days where he wants to be hugged and doesn't want to yell at me are the days I don't have to end up with my head in my hands wondering when this "phase" will end. Truth be told, it's not going to end. This chapter in his life may be over soon only to go on to the next chapter with no break in between. There will always be the days I end my day exhausted and feel like I am not doing this right and will always feel like the only way to be is with my head in my hands. But then there are the few here lately I end my day with a huge wet kiss from him and a squeeze around the neck and that makes it all better.
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