On Wednesday my Instagram feed (you should follow me, it’s awesome ;-)) had a few pictures I took while out on a lovely autumnal walk with T. There was sunshine and stunning autumn leaves, wellies and conker collection. We talked about spiders and how acorns grow into oak trees and T laughed at squirrels. We had a magical time. The end.
In fact, I didn’t have a great day. I work Tuesdays and Thursdays so I love having my little T for a day in the middle of a work sandwich. It’s something I look forward to all day Tuesday and gets me through Thursday to my four day weekend (it’s a hard life). I feel like I should make the most of it so I try to plan for us to do something fun, hence the autumnal walk.
T woke up really early and then whined at me for the next hour while I tried in vain to encourage him to go back to sleep. We got up after S had left for work, and T whined at me a bit more while I got him breakfast.
He screamed and fought me while I tried to change his nappy and ran away when I tried to dress him. I almost decided against the walk as he was in such a foul mood. In the end I decided we had to get out the house and we set off, much later than I’d intended, for our walk.
I’ll admit, the walk itself was actually pretty special. T’s mood instantly improved the moment we left the house. We only went to a local park then into town, but I loved re-discovering autumn through a toddler’s eyes.
I grabbed some lunch from a small supermarket and we sat in a different park to eat it. As anticipated, T refused everything except a bread roll and some yoghurt. By now it was way past nap time so there was no way I was going to the playground on the way home, despite T screaming at the top of his lungs when he realised we weren’t going in.
Nap time was horrendous. More screaming. He was overtired so fought his nap with all his might (because obviously sleeping wouldn’t help in any way…). I lost my patience and snapped at him a couple of times. Then he went to sleep and looked angelic, and I felt insanely guilty for shouting.
So why and I telling you all this? I could have left you with the Instagram pictures and the rose-tinted view of our day together. But that’s not the whole story. I don’t want to make someone else feel bad that their toddler whined and screamed and pinched and refused to eat/nap/get dressed, because, guess what, mine did too.
I’m writing this blog to keep a record of T’s childhood because my memory is appalling, and the thought of forgetting really upsets me. I want to cherish every little moment, good and bad, and record it to be re-visited in years to come. As nice as it would be to look back and only remember things like the autumn walk, I want to remember how hard it can sometimes be when you’re a parent of a young child. When you acknowledge the bad times it makes you appreciate the good times even more.