Posted on | August 16, 2012 | 6 Comments
When I got to daycare today, one of the other moms was dropping off her son. He’s a little older than J but not by much, and they’re in the same class at school. We made small talk about being single in Macon (she’s recently remarried) and she joked that men would be lining up for me with my new look (thanks for that little white lie, friend!).
And when I got one last hug from J and started out the door, she was still struggling with her son.
“He’s just so grouchy sometimes,” she said, in the the universal voice of exhausted mothers. I nodded.
“We get that, too.” I gestured back to my child, happily sitting at the table.
“Really? Because J always seems so pleasant!”
I laughed and told her how I get kicked and hit and yelled at by my tiny dictator and she looked… relieved.
“That’s really encouraging,” she smiled and then laughed, realizing that no… it’s not encouraging when a kid is acting out except yes, it is encouraging when it’s not just YOUR kid.
And I sort of realized that THAT is what is so epic and awesome about having the internet. Because honestly, my kid comes across like a real gem in public. He almost always smiles, he gives big hugs and kisses, he says “please” and “thank you” like a tiny little champ. If everyone judged their child against J’s public persona, they would wonder what they were doing wrong with their own child. Just like pretty much every other kid I know.
Because they save the worst for us, don’t they.
The truth is, from 2.5 to Lord knows when, my child has been six shades of crazy. He doesn’t even say “no” anymore… he just does this weird “NEAH!” sound that makes me want to pull my hair out and shove it down his throat while screaming back “THAT’S NOT EVEN A WORD.” When he eats PB&J he always gets peanut butter all over his cheeks and then when I try to wash it off, he acts like I’m rubbing sandpaper on his cheeks and runs away sobbing until he actually climbs under the dining room table and I have to get down on my knees and crawl after him JUST TO WASH HIS FACE. He wants to do everything by himself and if he’s not allowed to do it “to myself” then he screams until he turns bright red and then starts this awesome game of running up to me, smacking me, and running away. If I tell him “no” to anything, even to some ridiculous question like “Can I drive the car?” he yells at me “I CAN drive the car. I CAN” until he’s all worked up and the words “I can” have lost all meaning.
To all you other moms, all I can say is this: my kid is “grouchy” sometimes, too. Because he’s a toddler. And because he has the worst mommy in the world, obviously… just ask him.
So if you’re wondering if it’s just you, if it’s just your kid who throws these crazy fits… trust me it’s not.
Hope that’s encouraging… because it damn sure encourages me when I hear about your little hell raisers!