In one month my beautiful boy will turn 2. He’s already half my height and running around like a mad man constantly. Walking doesn’t exist in a two-year-old’s world apparently. Having a toddler is world’s different from having an infant. Infants are, generally, very compliant to the desires of their parents. Whereas, toddlers hear what you’re saying, but feel like they’re going to move in a different direction at this time. But, they do appreciate your interest and will call you if, at a later time, they decide to go along with that train of thought. As a parent it feels like you spend a lot of time begging & pleading about the putting on of clothes or the eating of food; and most of the time being frustrated that your life has become consumed with trying to understand the motives behind your child’s actions and outbursts. Also, you don’t get why your child doesn’t understand that you’re just trying to help them!! But, I digress.
Back to my current crazy situation:
As a result of unforeseen circumstances, we’ve had to put Jacob in a wonderful Montessori school. Today is the end of his very first week and boy has it been a long week! He’s currently determined to be a big boy and although I took the giant crib rails down and put up the convertible, toddler, half-rail on his crib – he only wants to sleep in the full-sized bed in his room. When he sleeps, it’s wonderful, but when he gets up 2am and comes into our room then proceeds to fall asleep and kick me & Joe in the face as he rotates in a full circle around our Cal-King, it’s a different story. Suffice it to say that all of us in the Aguilar house are a bit tired this week.
It could be the new routine. It could be the new sleeping situation(s). It could be that Grammy is no longer living with us. It could be that he’s teething. It could be a whole horrible mixture of all of these events that have combined to create this demon child that has taken over my darling boy.
He has done nothing but cry all week. Not at school. He cried the first few days when dropped off, but only for a little while and has really adjusted well to the school routine. But, at home…it’s like a switch has been flipped and my husband and I have no idea how to shut it off. Yesterday he cried from the moment he woke up until he went to school, and then when Joe picked him up he cried from then until bedtime; which I enforced way earlier than I normally do because I just had to make the crying stop. There were a few quiet moments that he was distracted by a rogue roll of toilet paper that had gotten left in the living room and when he remembered the joy of looking at his books. But, other than that it seemed like a constant wall of noise coming out of my son’s mouth.
This morning I actually felt dizzy listening to him cry as I was trying to figure out if he wanted to eat or not and if he wanted to be held or not. He wasn’t really clear on any of the options, never really said no or yes to anything I was offering up and refused to “show me” what he wanted. So, I sat there staring at him cry and almost cried myself wishing I could probe his brain to give him whatever he wanted to make it stop!
I’m not typically an advocate of spoiling your children. But, sometimes you just need to make the crying stop. This is the point we’re at right now. Just get through all the transitions and attempt this with the least amount of crying. So far we’ve been unsuccessful on that last part. Hopefully I can keep my sanity intact while we maneuver this latest hurdle of parenting. Advice is always welcome. But, mostly we’d like prayers.
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