In the title of this post, I mean trying as in “difficult.” Life has been a challenge.
It’s been a particularly long few weeks with M. Between the daylight savings change, G working long hours and thanksgiving change of schedule, our boy has been out of sorts to say the least. He thrives on routine and even little changes send him into a whirlwind of emotion, most of which is negative.
I wish I could say that I have done the best job parenting. But I haven’t. I’ve gotten frustrated, I’ve yelled a few times, and at one point I just had to walk outside with M2 while M screamed for me to come inside to help him. It doesn’t feel good at all to walk away from a child so overwhelmed with his own feelings that all he can do is rage. Most of the time I take on his aggression, literally head on. I accept the hitting, scratching, and biting and just let him tire himself out while I talk to him gently and wait for it to pass.
I spend my 2 am insomnia googling solutions to aggressive toddlers. All I find is dooming information telling us that if we don’t get this under control, we are going to have a violent psychopath on our hands. While that is an exaggeration of the available parenting advice, in my most pessimistic moments that is where my mind goes.