I was sat here watching Didi play and began reminiscing about that sweet little baby of mine who knew nothing about tantrums and wondering where on earth did she disappear to. I am finding that dealing with the terrible twos is such a task and a half. Didi is not yet 2, however the terrible twos have arrived early in our household. We have literally traded snuggles and smiles for tantrums and well, more tantrums (that’s not to say the snuggles and smiles have completely disappeared and faded into obscurity, we still get loads of them) except the few tantrums due to their magnitude seem to sometimes outweigh the plentiful cuddles.
Never mind the tantrums, but bath times are now not the same, it has now become a battleground where only the fittest and strong-willed can survive (yeah, lets talk about the constant jumping out of the bath, running around just to get her back into the bath) it is all sweet and cute but extremely tiring, especially when dealing with severe back problems. I don’t know if some of you have experienced this, but during dinnertime (land mine zone) is what we call it in our house, as it is literally a danger zone because food is thrown around left, right and centre.
Even with all this going on, I started thinking I actually wouldn’t trade it for anything else in this world. I decided that the terrible twos may not be so horrible after all, I have decided to see the positive in them, because I have realised that this is a magical age for memories for us and self-discovery for my little one.
I am completely comfortable and over the moon to be able to be a part of her (allow me to use the word) metamorphosis stage as she blossoms into whom she was created to be and also watching her strong spirit shine through even more now that she is growing. So, yes even in her in her adamant “no’s,” I appreciate that she is finding her voice all her own. So with that I hope you like I, will celebrate and learn to love the terrible twos even with all the hard work that comes attached to them.