I've wanted to write this post for a while.
And I figure I should hurry up and write it before I change my mind.
I want this documented.
I don't want my parental brain to forget this later on.
3 is not my favorite age.
The Personality Typing book "Mother Styles" mentions that some people are better equipped for certain ages than others.
Some people may be overwhelmed with the baby stage,
but feel comfortably at home in the teenager stage.
It's based on our personality type and how we deal with situations at hand.
Now that I have an infant again,
I feel like this is a stage I'm very comfortable with.
Granted, Oliver is basically the world's easiest baby, but hear me out.
I was talking to a girlfriend who is due with her second baby in July.
We talked about how she gets so stressed and panicked when infants cry.
Even when Oliver started to cry she got stressed.
But now that her daughter is 2.5, she feels very comfortable and at ease.
Even the tantrums don't really bother her.
"She's like my little sidekick," she said.
Meanwhile, I feel the opposite.
And then we had a good laugh about trading kids,
where I take both babies and she takes the toddlers.
Chuckle, chuckle, haha.
No seriously, can we do this?
I think one of the greatest strengths you need for the infant stage is STAYING CALM.
That I can most certainly do.
I don't get frazzled or distraught over much.
When Oliver cries, I look to comfort him for sure,
but my blood pressure doesn't rise in panic if he doesn't stop crying.
I feel confident that I can eventually diagnose the problem
(more often than not: "here, take this boob!")
and it will eventually be all ok.
It may take a while (like those terribly awful witching hours) but eventually everything will be okay again.
No need to panic.
With a toddler, the greatest virtue you can have is PATIENCE.
If there was ever a virtue that I epically fail at,
I have no patience.
So when I'm tired or sick
and Aaron starts those 3-year-old antics,
my patience drops out from under me in 30 seconds flat.
And we all know what a toddler does when a parent loses patience...
it just gets worse!
Of course, in all fairness,
there are things I love about this age.
I love the things he says.
Watching his little mind connect the dots.
Every now and then he'll say something
and all I can think to respond with is...
"Wow, yes, you are right about that."
Because I never thought of it that way.
So yes, I still love my child and all.
But let it be known that this stage is not my favorite.
I'm not sure what sort of virtues you need for elementary school,
and those dreaded teenage years.
I'm hoping I will be much more stocked in those virtues than the ones needed now.