The little face revealed in this post below has challenged me as much as it has made me fall in love.
Knowing I am the eldest of six children, you would imagine I was all prepared for the reality of motherhood, but can anyone really ever be ready for what it brings? Spit-up. Diapers. Laundry. Bottles. Food Processing. Snuggles. Love.
Then in a flash, all of those things have turned into a whole new list. Muddy boots. Pee Pants. Poopy Pants. “Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy” (while pulling your clothes right off your shoulders). Hitting. Biting. Negotiating. Crying (lots of crying, by both child and mommy). Personality. “Yes ma’am, mommy” (withheld dropped in disappointment – every – time – they – have – to – say – it). And every now-n-then, the “I love you too, mommy.”
Needless to say, I was, of course, warned about the terrible twos, but where were all the mom’s who should have warned me about THREENAGERS? This is a real thing. My toddler has turned into a full-blown, disrespectful teenager in a tiny body. How is this possible?