Weather is a great bluffer, I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
Is it possible to be in the midst of the terrible twos when you are eight years old?
My word… my boy is or should I say, I am, going through quite a challenging time. Where was my warning to batten down the hatches? Isn’t that the protocol when a storm is coming?
My sweet, quiet, go with the flow guy has been replaced by a very combative, exhausting fellow. But be damned, even when Hurricane Brody has turned into a category 5 storm, he is still awfully cute. And he knows it.
Has anyone else noticed the following progression? An increase in language + awareness = a handful.
I prayed for him to have a voice and boom, I got it. Even though he is a real pickle right now, I am extremely grateful for his voice. Looking back, I clearly remember thinking I would never even hear him say… mom. So on the days he has completely wiped me out, I have to remind myself how far he has come and how lucky I am to have him.