To my darling son,
As I kiss your sweet, sleeping face and whisper ‘goodnight’, all of my troubles seem to vanish.
Each night, I am left in awe at the amount of love I feel for a tiny human.
Each day, you drive me to the brink of insanity. Sometimes, it feels as though you’re trying to push me to my breaking point.
I didn’t know it was possible to go from a cuddly angel to an absolute demon so quickly, and all because you weren’t allowed a lolly with breakfast!
But you’re only two.
You’re such a kind and clever little man that I sometimes find myself forgetting this.
You’re still trying to learn how to communicate properly, and tantrums are just a way for you to express how you’re feeling.
You’ll learn as you continue to grow but for now I’ll take as deep breath and wipe your tears away.
I find myself getting frustrated with you when you’re screaming because I wouldn’t put on Mickey Mouse (AGAIN), and it breaks my heart listening to you scream because it’s bedtime, but I know you aren’t doing it to be difficult.
One day, you’ll understand that I don’t give you a lolly every time you ask because I care about your health. For now, you tantrum because I won’t give you something that tastes so yummy and makes you happy.
One day, you’ll understand that we couldn’t watch Mickey Mouse on repeat 24/7 because, not only would it drive me absolutely crazy (which is something you’ll understand when you have children of your own), we need to do much more than watch silly movies all day. For now, you scream because you’ve been told no and that’s the worse thing that’s ever happened to you (and I hope it stays that way for as long as possible).
One day, you’ll understand that, as much as I love to cuddle you until you fall asleep, it can be difficult to squish up beside you in your small bed until you finally pass out after an hour of fighting sleeping. For now, you cry because the idea of being left in a dark room by yourself must be scary.
But one day, I won’t be the one making you breakfast anymore. I won’t be telling you that it’s time to paint a pretty picture together or go outside and play a game with me. I won’t be able to cuddle you every night until you fall asleep in my arms.
One day, I’ll blink and you’ll be a handsome, young man. For now, you’re only two and I’ll try my best to remember this and not get frustrated when you’re having a bad day.
❤
- MummaBear
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