I had a particularly trying morning yesterday, following a trying evening the day before and I was determined to vent out and complain about my burgeoning two year old. You know the acronym terrible twos is a cliche now, but boy living it in the flesh is like...* pulls hair out*
but really is he so terrible? HMMM.
I suppose after I threatened him and thought I made him suffer in as much that doesn't amount to actual child abuse, I watched him from a distance toddling away, distracted into doing the next thing for another ten seconds, completely forgetting how mean Umi was. All because he tried to eat cat food. All because he purposely spilled his pink milk all over himself.
So I guess I should really be thankful at having such a forgiving little boy? When will he ever be so kind towards my meanness again?! Seriously, I have been quite mean. In my mind I am doing it to teach him a lesson, and I try to be firm and reassuring "Its out of love, its out of love, you don't want to raise a brat" But there are times, I find myself responding with some anger, not calculated firmness.
I will give myself a break though and say, I am with Omar 24/7, 7 days a week. Occasionally I can ask an Uncle to stay with him for about half an hour, or a Tokmi to give him a shower. But besides that, it's all me. And within the amount of time he is awake, 95% of it is ACTIVITY-- chasing the cat, climbing the table, trying to pull things off the table and shelves (when did he get tall?), trying to ride the couch and fall off it purposely.... Unless I zombify him infront of the TV with Pocoyo or Max Train or Pingu. That used to be my go to, until I felt like I was truly failing him by not letting him do other things just because it was easy. So now, he paints, ( "i want painting..") and draws, we have stickers, we read and read and read, when Ifa was around we took walks to the playground in the evenings and had waffle and ice cream.
Anyway, the boy is awake now and I am always glad to see him when he first wakes up. I guess there are many many things I am glad of, more than I can complain about soon to be two year old Omar.
I love how earnestly he says please and thank you. Occasionally he says "Oh dear..." or "Uh-oh what happened?!" it is all so earnest and wonderful.
I love him singing Twinkle twinkle little star, on his own, all of the sudden.
I love him finishing my sentences when we read our favorite books.
I love his eye! He can spot a fish or a plane even when it is but a speck in the plain view of others.
I love his hugs. He says, "Big hug!" and plants it on you.
I love his sudden kisses. He looks you straight in the eye, and plants a big one on the lips and smiles.
I love his improved appetite, taking him out to eat is lots of fun now.
I love how he tries to count the steps when he goes up or down. And he counts when I ask him to "Wait"
I love how he likes to sing the cowboy song "ooo wee ooo wee.. riding riding along...."
I love how confidently he goes down the slide.
I love that he tells me now if something "sakit" or "gatal"
and... the list really goes on. So just gotta remember this the next time I am tempted to wallop him.
but really is he so terrible? HMMM.
I suppose after I threatened him and thought I made him suffer in as much that doesn't amount to actual child abuse, I watched him from a distance toddling away, distracted into doing the next thing for another ten seconds, completely forgetting how mean Umi was. All because he tried to eat cat food. All because he purposely spilled his pink milk all over himself.
So I guess I should really be thankful at having such a forgiving little boy? When will he ever be so kind towards my meanness again?! Seriously, I have been quite mean. In my mind I am doing it to teach him a lesson, and I try to be firm and reassuring "Its out of love, its out of love, you don't want to raise a brat" But there are times, I find myself responding with some anger, not calculated firmness.
I will give myself a break though and say, I am with Omar 24/7, 7 days a week. Occasionally I can ask an Uncle to stay with him for about half an hour, or a Tokmi to give him a shower. But besides that, it's all me. And within the amount of time he is awake, 95% of it is ACTIVITY-- chasing the cat, climbing the table, trying to pull things off the table and shelves (when did he get tall?), trying to ride the couch and fall off it purposely.... Unless I zombify him infront of the TV with Pocoyo or Max Train or Pingu. That used to be my go to, until I felt like I was truly failing him by not letting him do other things just because it was easy. So now, he paints, ( "i want painting..") and draws, we have stickers, we read and read and read, when Ifa was around we took walks to the playground in the evenings and had waffle and ice cream.
Anyway, the boy is awake now and I am always glad to see him when he first wakes up. I guess there are many many things I am glad of, more than I can complain about soon to be two year old Omar.
I love how earnestly he says please and thank you. Occasionally he says "Oh dear..." or "Uh-oh what happened?!" it is all so earnest and wonderful.
I love him singing Twinkle twinkle little star, on his own, all of the sudden.
I love him finishing my sentences when we read our favorite books.
I love his eye! He can spot a fish or a plane even when it is but a speck in the plain view of others.
I love his hugs. He says, "Big hug!" and plants it on you.
I love his sudden kisses. He looks you straight in the eye, and plants a big one on the lips and smiles.
I love his improved appetite, taking him out to eat is lots of fun now.
I love how he tries to count the steps when he goes up or down. And he counts when I ask him to "Wait"
I love how he likes to sing the cowboy song "ooo wee ooo wee.. riding riding along...."
I love how confidently he goes down the slide.
I love that he tells me now if something "sakit" or "gatal"
and... the list really goes on. So just gotta remember this the next time I am tempted to wallop him.
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