I had a post sitting in my drafts for the last 2 months. I wrote it whilst feeling very emotional and vulnerable. I didn’t feel, at the time, that I should post it. However, after reading it again I decided to go ahead. My feelings at the time were real and therefore valid. If you are a follower–you will see a new post with an old date.
Some days are still as frustrating as I earlier described. However, many of the days are actually becoming enjoyable. I attribute the change to a handful of things.
The first is that Elliott seems to be growing out of his defiant stage (I should say temporarily shelving as I expect it to show up again sooner rather than later). He is becoming more aware of the daily expectations–get dressed, brush teeth, eat breakfast (sitting down), go to preschool or some other activity, etc.
He is also working very hard at adjusting to life as a sibling. He clearly likes Spencer, but still has a hard time sharing time and/or toys with him. He also can scarcely contain his enthusiasm and sheer joy that comes from pushing him over, or angrily ripping a toy from him hands. I suspect that Elliott is asserting himself over Spencer because Spenc is low man on the totem pole (so to speak). As such, I have been working on navigating the two of them more carefully. I have also been working on the language I use when correcting the other, making sure to say things to both Elliott AND Spencer. That has helped facilitate their relationship with one another, and if I handle it correctly it should make them closer over the long haul.
In addition to the normal growth that occurs when a sibling is added–I too, have been growing and adjusting. I have always felt proud of the fact that I was very patient and took the time to explain things to my child. And then there were two…and all patience went out the window. I am slowly, day by day, regaining some of that patience.
As I slowly take back more of my body (less nursing on a daily basis) and I start to get more solid chunks of sleep I find that I am more patient and less irritable. Both of these things attribute to a more patient and nurturing parent.
Lastly, I am learning more about redirecting my anger as well as my children’s. I am also working on easing up on them–they ares still so little! Elliott is 3 and 1/2 years old–but that is still small. He needs reminders and more reminders. He still needs me to swoop him up and kiss his owie. He still lets me hold his hand when we cross the stress.
And, these days I relish each opportunity. I try and remind myself daily how lucky I am to be able to spend my days with my adorable boys. Very lucky indeed.