Yesterday was a challenging day with my toddler.
Yes, I’m admitting it.
Her emerging teeth were causing her discomfort, leading to a constant stream of drool that decorated our furniture, our clothing, and every surface she managed to touch. When she wasn’t fully engaged in something, her cries of anguish echoed loudly, creating a cacophony that seemed to reach every corner of the house.
Distractions were fleeting. Encouraging her to practice walking felt akin to wrestling a slippery fish. We witnessed her squirming on the floor, her body contorting in ways that seemed almost impossible.
Taking her to an outdoor concert turned out to be a futile effort. We naively thought that the fresh air would soothe her, but it only distracted us for a moment. With her senses stimulated by the crowd, the enticing snacks, and the vibrant bluegrass music nearby, we were merely postponing the inevitable. Before long, her stubbornness drove her to repeatedly ascend the mini-amphitheater steps, her knees unable to reach the top as she adorned herself with remnants of the ground—old cigarette butts and bits of gravel.
After a tiring session of stair climbing, she expressed her discontent with a dramatic frown. Getting her into the stroller required both of us—one parent to restrain her flailing limbs while the other fastened the straps as quickly as possible. As we made our way out, the judgmental stares of others felt like daggers in our backs.
The car ride home was a battle as well. It felt like a wrestling match in the backseat as we struggled with the car seat, but then, just five minutes later, she fell into a peaceful slumber. Her cherubic face, illuminated by the late afternoon sun, brought tears to my eyes. They were tears of frustration, fear of failure as a parent, and sheer exhaustion. I found myself grappling with thoughts I never expected: I hate being a mom. I hate this time with my daughter. Was it a mistake to bring her into this world?
Despite these irrational feelings, my love for her is immeasurable. I can’t fathom my life without her. Yet, at the end of days like those, I often long for my old life, filled with tranquility, music, and carefree evenings. I reminisce about the days when my thoughts flowed uninterrupted, and conversations with my husband were effortless. I found myself questioning why we chose this path, and guilt washed over me for harboring such selfish feelings, leading to a wave of sobs.
A New Day
However, today was a different story.
My little one woke up cheerful and giggly, ready to embrace the day. She cooperated with her morning routine, brushing her teeth willingly and playing quietly in her playpen. Getting her dressed and into the car seat was a breeze. Her charming “Hi!” as she waved from her crib made my heart swell.
Mealtime was a joy. She devoured her grilled cheese and corn with happiness, allowing my husband and me to engage in full conversations for the first time in ages. Today reminded me of the reasons we chose to expand our family. Her radiant smile melted my heart, and her infectious laughter during bath time brought us closer together. I sat on the floor, face-to-face with her, and we shared moments of pure joy.
Today rejuvenated my spirit and my belief in my ability to parent. I may not be the same person I was two years ago, but I believe I’m a better version of myself. I possess more patience, compassion, and an abundance of love. Surviving another long day with a toddler asserting her independence reassured me that I’m setting an example for this precious little girl.
While every day won’t be sunshine and rainbows, I learned to embrace the chaos and the frustrations. I allowed myself to feel the weight of those emotions, but then I picked myself up and looked forward to the next day. I understand that many difficult days lie ahead, but I also know that if I hold on through the storms, the moments of joy will fill my heart with the happiness I seek.
So, while yesterday was tough, it was part of the journey. After a restful night, I woke up renewed, prepared to tackle whatever comes next. Yesterday, I struggled with my toddler. Today, however, was a different story. Through it all, my love for her remains unwavering.
Further Reading
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Conclusion
In summary, parenting is a rollercoaster ride filled with highs and lows. It’s essential to acknowledge the tough days while also celebrating the good ones. Through patience and love, we can navigate the challenges and cherish the joyful moments with our little ones.