When I started writing this the title of the post was Will this Bubble Burst? In true TwoTiny style I started writing this when I was on a high, I was so happy with life and parenting. In the ever shaky turmoil of parenting though it all changed in a day. Well I hope I’ve not had a glimpse into a parenting future that’s going to leave me broken.
There is no such thing as a Pinterest perfect parent. Social media is covered with the perfect parent kid shots and it’s really hard not to live up to these kind of expectations. So much pressure to be the best you can be. Quite a lot of what I share on TwoTinyHands is our quality family moments. The good bits. I by no means think I am a perfect parent but I often think I probably share too much of the good.
My little Robot is definitely a toddler two-year old now and he is becoming his own little personality. But I keep waiting for our bubble to burst and then get hurtled into what people coin as the ‘terrible twos’. Well yesterday I got a glimpse of how terrible it could be. Tantrums, simpering, clinging, demanding, un-cooperative, draining, I didn’t like him for a small proportion of the day.
I’m pretty sure it was just a phase, just a moment of the day that ended up with a cuddle. We had a brilliant family day trip, one I’ve stored pictures to write a blog about but the bits that were terrible have tarnished the day. My well-mannered, good-natured, friendly, cheeky little boy had vanished.
We have spent the last few weekends doing the wedding scene. The first having left the Robot with his grandparents, for what is the longest both Dave and I have left him before. We came back to reports of a perfect afternoon. He was a star and we were told he was a “lovely boy”. The next two weddings, yes that’s 3 weekends in a row, we were given nothing but praise for how the Robot behaved, coped and survived in one an alien environment and two with 100’s of people he didn’t know.
It’s the high of parenting that I mentioned above, being told how gorgeous your son is, how good mannered he is, isn’t he adorable. I can’t believe he’s still going, isn’t he cute, we’ve not heard a peep out of him all day, my kids wouldn’t behave like that, look how well he eats; the list could literally go on for another two paragraphs of comments that I received. A total parenting high.
Obviously at this point I started writing this blog post about how great my little Robot was, I can’t believe how lucky I am to have this little boy in my life. Even at this point there had been testing moments where he’s been a struggle but all of them washed under the bridge in a wave of amazed. So roll back to a couple of days ago when he turned into the whingeing mess of a child that was unfamiliar to me, the complaining, the whole out tantrum was a massive surprise. My bubble popped.
It popped when we were dual parenting, the weekend, Dave was here to tag team him, he was able to witness some of the horror. The tiredness running through my veins, aching to get to the end of the day. He was as clueless as me as to why he went off like he did. We’re all tired. I’m glad I wasn’t alone and broken.
Do not worry though, I got the pump out and I blew it up again. Today has been so much better than the last two days. My gentle, fun and amusing little Robot came back to me. I guess that is what makes parenting fun at the end of the day, if every day was as easy as social media portrays then we would all be labeled perfect parents.
What’s your experience with the “terrible twos” is it just a phrase that gets over used? Do I have a lot more of this to come? How on earth am I going to cope when my 2nd child comes along?