Let me start this letter by saying that I love you more than anything in this world. You are a GREAT little boy, and have filled my heart in a way that I really didn’t know was possible.
Now that we have that out of the way…
You are about to drive me crazy. I am sure I will have gray hair by my birthday in a few weeks, I will have stress induced wrinkles and bags under my eyes before we ring in the New Year. And yes, it will all be because of you, my sweet little pint sized toddler.
Raising a toddler is kind of like voluntarily choosing to bang your head up against a wall. Maybe that’s a little dramatic. But it surely isn’t a walk in a park. It takes more patience than I know I have, and each day is a constant battle of trying to train my brain and my heart to deal with your two year old brain and heart. You are SO independent, which leads to an endless amount of meltdowns and tantrums when you don’t get to do what you want or don’t get your way.
Something I have figured out that will cause an instant meltdown? Helping you peel your banana. Yep. You read that correctly. You are big enough to do it yourself, apparently.
Other tantrum-inducing parts of our day? Dropping you off at the sitters house and then again picking you up from the sitter’s house. Helping you put your milk in the refrigerator (even though you can’t reach the shelf). Cutting up your food for you. Not giving you an entire slice of pizza and not letting you stir boiling noodles when we cook spaghetti. Crazy, I know. Putting you in your car seat is a cardinal sin, and don’t even think about changing your clothes or diaper. All of these seemingly innocent things will no doubt result in a tantrum.
Most of these meltdowns occur in the morning when you wake up, trust me son, I know what it means to not be a “morning person.” But we’re just going to have to get over that. It just isn’t acceptable in this world to run around in pajamas all day. I know, I’m just as disappointed as you are.
I say all of this to say, that I promise we will get through this. There will be, and have been already, days where we are both in tears. These growing pains? They affect all of us. They’re not just hard you, but are hard for me and your daddy too.
Here’s the thing:
I am impatient, just like you. I am independent and stubborn, just like you. I am not a morning person, just like you.
I get it, Landon, I get it more than you know.
And I love you, I love you more than you know.