Perspective

A sweet family member saw some pictures of Peanut on facebook the other day and said something to the effect of “I don’t understand how someone so cute can be such a terror…”  And I need to clarify, for my own sake (and for his grandma, who reads this blog and did a damned fine job raising Spouse)

Peanut is wonderful. Sweet, gentle, spirited, intense. But compounding that is the fact that he’s three. Before that he was two. Right there, ‘nough said, right? Two can be like having all the poles on your batteries reversed as they are attached to your watering eyeballs. And three can be like peeling off your skin and diving into grapefruit juice. And I just can’t take it. Doesn’t mean he’s actually a terror that Spouse and I talk, daily, mutually, about a 4:30 bedtime for Peanut. He’s not the problem. WE are the problem. We grownups who can’t seem to find the patience and willpower and energy to make it through 15 hours of this every day.  Without a break. Without formal training. Without the benefit of a spare in case we actually sell him to the gypsies. (Anyone know if they’re buying, btw? And where to find them? I know the economy is tough and I don’t know the going rate, but…)

He’s not a terror. We are terrified and terror-stricken and terrorized. But it’s not the boy’s fault. I wish I knew whose fault it is, because I’m all about the blame and the downside and the cloud within the silver lining. But until I find some perspective, my friend is right. It’s a good thing he’s cute.

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4 thoughts on “Perspective

  1. As a fellow mother-with-a-three-year-old-at-home, I hear you. That age is just boundless energy and neediness and, although sweet and wonderful too, it’s exhausting! Also, what you’re doing is the hardest job on the planet. And you are great.

  2. Don’t feel bad. I’ve introduced my 4 year-old to friends of my parents (whom I didn’t know were reading my blog) and they stared at her like she was going to bite their heads off.

    She’s not a monster, people! (I’m just inadequate most of the time.)

  3. I don’t think he’s a monster, and I read your blog nearly every day. He’s just a toddler. It’s just hard to parent an energetic, smart, sensitive boy.

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