I thought I was prepared for motherhood. My partner and I planned, discussed, and eagerly anticipated the arrival of our first child. Yet, when that moment came, the shift from a child-free existence to being solely responsible for a tiny human turned my world upside down in ways I never envisioned. The truth is, no amount of planning can truly equip you for the reality of parenthood.
When I became pregnant with my second child, I felt a sense of confidence. Sure, having two kids is a different ballgame, but I had some experience under my belt. I knew the challenges of sleep deprivation and felt ready to tackle whatever came my way. Then my daughter entered the world, and once again, I realized I was woefully unprepared.
At first, we reveled in her quirky personality—those expressive eyebrows and the funny faces she made as a newborn. Her growls and monster sounds made us laugh. But as soon as she became mobile, everything changed.
My daughter is a true wild child—feral and full of mischief. If my son were a soft, fluffy marshmallow, she would be Pop Rocks, bursting with chaotic energy. I had nearly three uneventful years with my son before his sister came along. He’s a sweet, sensitive boy who loves drawing and building things. He might get the occasional bump, but nothing like the adventures my daughter has embarked upon in her short two years on this planet.
In that time, she has made a daring escape from her crib, wandered into a neighbor’s yard, scaled the highest playground structures, licked a plumber’s Crocs, and gotten her hands on everything from nail clippers to power tools. It’s as if the universe decided to balance my relatively easy experience with my son by sending me a pint-sized tornado.
Days spent alone with my son were often calm and manageable. If I needed a moment to myself, I could turn on the TV, and he would be mesmerized long enough for me to take a shower. With my daughter, however, I find myself leaving the bathroom door wide open, yelling for my son to keep an eye on her. Sometimes she’s just watching cartoons, but more often than not, she’s busy coloring the walls—and the TV.
You might end up with a child who has a bit of a wild streak, but then there’s the universe, which might give you a second child who takes it to another level. It’s a wonder the population continues to grow, considering if my daughter had been the firstborn, a second child might not have even made it into the picture.
I’ve tried every method in the book to tame my little wildling—time-outs, removing toys, endless discussions. Yet, with a two-year-old, reasoning often falls on deaf ears. My attempts to guide her are met either with a bewildered stare or fits of laughter, followed by a cheeky “Sorry, Mommy,” as she makes a beeline for who-knows-what—perhaps a box cutter and some old batteries.
Despite her fierce independence, I wouldn’t change my daughter for the world. Yet, I can’t help but worry about the trouble she might cause later in life. I sometimes wish she’d slow down just a bit, but the mental exhaustion of trying to predict the actions of this tiny mastermind is enough to make me long for a nap—though that’s part of her cunning plan.
So, yes, nothing prepares you for a wild child. You’ll never feel fully ready, but you will love them fiercely and perhaps spend many sleepless nights with one eye open.
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Summary
The transition to motherhood can be overwhelming, especially when faced with a spirited child. While the firstborn may be calm and easygoing, the second can bring a whirlwind of energy and unpredictability. This article humorously explores the challenges of parenting a feral child while acknowledging the joys and unconditional love that come with it.