I have heard of the terrible twos. I kind of expected hard times during the two year old time. True to the stereotype- it is like he looked at the calender and noticed they were two and decided to live it up.
See then when age three hit- I thought I was home free. Maybe there would be such a radical behavior change back to the nice child that I previously knew. Stinky just got more stubborn.
I thought "four- this has got to be it, sweet child will be back". Or not. In the past few months we have been dealing with the hardest behavior of all. I have been at my wits end several times- and called friends in utter desperation. Many glasses of wine have been consumed in an effort to remind myself that I am the grown-up. My job as a mama is to model and teach how to handle all sorts of situations, even frustration.
Here I will admit to losing my temper. I have not been as good as a model mama as I should be.
Today was a rough go- but I had a few realizations: Stinky needs to run around and get energy out. I was about ready to cry for most of the morning until I decided to go out side and 'wash the bad mood off of us' so we had a hose fight- and within half an hour my son had gone from a whiny unkind boy to the sweet loving boy I adore.
Then a light bulb when on in my head: we started having issues almost at the same time as my kidney issues started and I was in too much pain to run around with him and play actively like I normally do. So I am going to have to suck up pain and get out and be active in the interest of all of our sanity.