I love being a mom, am fascinated by the uniqueness of my three children, believe that I can learn as much from them as they can learn from me, and sometimes I think all my hair will fall out before it even has a chance to turn gray. Parenting is a beautiful, challenging, and ever-changing journey!
My youngest is three. He’s more affectionate and emotionally volatile than his older brother and sister, definitely wears his heart on his sleeve, and is by far the hardest to parent (right now). I believe his determination for what he wants and passionate personality will serve him well as an adult, but navigating his fits is really hard.
The other day I needed a break, and to reset the evening after a major meltdown during dinner. Play-time in the bath was my best idea, and it worked like magic! I walked away to clean-up the food that covered my table and floor, take some deep breaths, and re-center myself (with my daughter watching him, because his safety matter more than any mess). I made it halfway down the stairs when my heart stopped my feet. He was playing so sweetly, creating an epic adventure with his monster-truck and the bath bubbles, and laughing. I instantly melted, grabbed my camera to capture the sweet moment, and reminded myself that children aren’t restricted by the social rules that force adults to hide their true feelings. While I can’t imagine an adult stomping their feet, throwing their food on the floor, and wailing through an entire meal, the emotional recovery rate of children is remarkable. To go from utterly angry, sad, and frustrated to truly happy and having fun in 5 minutes is amazing!