Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Toddlers and preschoolers. Holy shit.
Or at least, at the moment, my toddler/preschooler.
It has been a really horrible day of tantrums. I've thrown a few today and, with almost 30 years of practice, they are superb. I managed to elicit fear from my young child as I screamed and carried on in frustration. And, as I lay down with him in a seemingly futile effort to get us both the rest and quiet we needed, I started sobbing. And he comforted me. "It's ok, Momma. It's ok."
"No, buddy. No, it's not. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, but I don't know what else to do and I'm tired of fighting with you."
"Momma, it's ok. I know it is. Take deep breaths."
The little beast, who had refused to let me finish wiping the poop off his butt not 5 minutes earlier (I ended up turning him upside-down over one arm so I could finish the job with a free hand...) now wanted to stop my crying. Oy.
WHY NOT LET ME JUST WIPE HIS BUTT??? AND THEN GET THE REST HE SO NEEDS????
I know he doesn't understand. My little boy is about as smart as they come, but there is so much - especially about emotions (and the health hazards of poop) - that I know he doesn't yet have the capacity to comprehend.
After a day like today (if only a poopy butt were the sole power struggle...), I come away feeling tired, low, and relieved that I somehow managed not to strike my child.
Or eat my young.
I'd just like to reiterate: holy shit.