Every parent looks at their child (even if it’s for a brief moment) through rose-colored glasses. It seems like my son became a toddler over night. I look at him, while he’s sleeping, car in one hand, bear in the other, and think to myself how innocent and precious he is. It’s those moments in particular, that assure me that he is and always will be my baby. But he’s growing up. Quickly. Sometimes too quickly. Those sleepless, endless nights of nursing and co sleeping seem so far away. Some nights I’ll ask my husband if we can bring our little boy into bed with us (of course he says no).
My son is a “good boy.” I know…every parent says that about their child. But his preschool teachers and church teachers tell me the same thing. That he’s sweet and playful and talkative. I’ve never heard anyone tell me he is mean or rough or disrespectful. And while he’s two and voicing his opinion and asserting his independence, he doesn’t get in trouble much here at home.
My parents came down to our place to spend the weekend with us. We spent a lot of time taking my little boy places like the pumpkin patch, Goofy’s Kitchen, and Mickey’s Trick or Treat Party. I was sitting with my father talking over popcorn and bottled water at the pumpkin patch when my mother comes rushing up to me, telling me we have to go home. I look at her in bewilderment. “Your son just pushed a little girl for no reason and she fell down,” my mother says to me sternly. I look at my son and then at her and then back at my son in shock, wondering if she’s talking about the right child. Surely she’s not talking about the right child. And if she is talking about the right child, then that little girl must have done something to incite my son to such an act. So I inquired more about the “incident.” Apparently, my son pushed a little girl for no reason…at least not any logical reason my mother or I could come up with.
And so my idealistic bubble of a child was burst. Has your child ever done something that made you say to yourself, “Not MY Child!”? I’d love to know!
- Discover Luxury at Sonesta Irvine: Your Ideal Staycation - August 8, 2024
- CHOC Walk Returns to the Disneyland Resort – Special Events and Ways to Support - June 28, 2023
- Beastly Ball Returns to the Los Angeles Zoo - May 8, 2023
Oh, that first time is rough. I remember when my first would never, ever tell a lie and I was so proud of him. That is, right up until he told a lie. I tried to deny it, I didn’t think it could be true. I was shocked and dismayed. It was then I really understood that he is his own person and would do things I wouldn’t like from time to time. Sometimes, things I just don’t understand.
With my second one, he’s already so mean and rough from playing with his older brother, it would be hard for him to surprise me very much! I love him to pieces, but he’s so different from my first.
Don’t worry, I think even the best behaved children have their moments. I know mine have.
Well, I cannot remember all the things that my boys did that I wish they had not, but they were never horrible, because the morals that I instilled in them were always there deep down inside them. I always had teachers and other adults telling me what wonderful children I had (and The Hubs and I would look at each other with faces like, WHAT – OUR BOYS??) So don’t worry… you are a terrific mother and your liitle man will continue to be a wonderful child and grow up to be a wonderful man, even with a little mishap now and then, mine did. 🙂
Hope you and the baby are feeling well, take care of yourself, Caryn.