Everybody has heard of the terrible twos. We have all been forewarned about this stage in childhood. Our daughter was such a colicky infant that when she turned two I thought that it was going to be a breeze. It turns out that two is not as terrible as everyone says. In fact it is much much worse.
The past few months have been difficult. She has grown so much physically & mentally. She has acquired her own tastes & opinions and she is not afraid to be vocal about them. She talks non-stop now. My mind can barely contain all of the information. Every day is a battle. Every day brings a fresh set of challenges. There are days that I don’t know if I will be able to make it to her bedtime. I sit down & take deep breaths before tackling another meltdown, but it is hard to clear your head when there is never any silence.
Last week my husband took our daughter for the day. I had our home to myself for longer than I think I have since she was born. I cleaned the house, I relaxed, I watched Netflix & I enjoyed our quiet house. The thing is once the silence was there, I missed the noise. True, there were no meltdowns or sounds of screaming objections, but there was also no laughter, no sweet little voice singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. There were no tears to wipe away or noses that needed blowing, but that also meant that there were no comforting hugs or snotty nose kisses. Although it was nice to have the couch to myself, I could not wait to cuddle with my family again.
Some days are hard. Some days I want to pull out my hair until I am bald, but mixed in with all the tough times are the moments that make it all worth it. The day will come when our little one will grow up and leave the nest, until then I will embrace the chaos and the madness because once it is gone I will want it back.