Today has been a difficult day. There have been tears from both of us. I’m not proud to admit that I lost my sh*t and shouted at my innocent little boy, instantly feeling like the worst mum ever.
So far I’m finding having a one year old is not all it’s cracked up to be. Little T will be 16 months in a couple of days and is sometimes a bit of a handful.
Sure, there are improvements on last year- the main one being that just before his birthday T finally figured out how to SLEEP! Walking was quite cute, although the novelty’s starting to wear off a bit now, maybe because he’s getting taller and can get to stuff that I still think is out of his reach.
He is going through a particularly clingy phase at the moment, meaning preparing meals, hanging out the washing or going to the toilet are all done with a toddler clinging to my leg, whining intermittently.
Tantrums began several months ago. This morning his whole little body was literally shaking with rage because I had the audacity to try and help him with his breakfast. He will throw himself on the floor when I ask him to do something he doesn’t want to do. Every request I make is met with with a disdainful raspberry.
I’m hoping that I can blame his lack of communication, at least in part, for some of this difficult behaviour. For months I’ve been eagerly anticipating the first word, the beginning of two-way conversation between us. I can’t wait for him to talk and to hear about all the stuff going on in his cute little head. But still nothing. Not a sausage. Not even a Mama.
We do have fun too. When I do my best slapstick comedy routine, he will be in fits of giggles, dropping to the floor in uncontrollable laughter. He squeals with excitement when I chase him or play peekaboo.
I hope this is just a phase. I feel so guilty for wishing for a time when he can communicate with me, tell me what he wants, play by himself, when I should be enjoying every precious moment.
I love the bones of him, but I’m finding this age challenging to say the least. Oh well, everyone raves about how easy 2 year olds are, right??
What do you think? Is one a difficult age, or is this nothing compared to what’s yet to come?