I’m sure every mom questions the effectiveness of her parenting at some point. But in attempt to be a more loving and compassionate mother, I might have become a little too permissive lately. With letting discipline slide a little I have really done my kids (and myself) a disservice. After a couple weeks of implementing time outs, the boys were doing great. All I had to do was threaten a time out or tell them they would have to go upstairs for quiet time if they didn’t straighten up.
Fast forward to today. Mentioning time outs makes them burst into laughter. It reminds me of horrible Nanny 911 reruns. I used to feel so badly for the moms on that show. Look at those silly moms screaming their heads off. Don’t they know better? I can’t believe they let their kids act like that. Shame on me, I had no experience with children, yet I was an expert. Now, however, I feel like an absolute novice and I am failing terribly. Where is Nanny Deb when you need her (she’s my favorite)?
Frankie’s behavior has spiraled so far out of control that he genuinely scares me at times. I can deal with kids throwing themselves on the floor because mom won’t let them have three cookies, or a crabby toddler that doesn’t want to share, but we are far past that point.
Last summer fellow blogger Erin Lane wrote “I might not survive the terrible twos” and I completely sympathize where she was at in that moment of her life. She wrote, “It’s a good thing [my daughter is] completely and utterly adorable because I’ve totally figured out why some animals eat their offspring.” I found this both hilarious and relatable.
Franklin will be two in June and has become downright mean-spirited. Just today he ran up behind Daniel and pushed him so hard that he face-planted on the floor. He fell with such force that he busted his lip open and while I was frantically trying to come up with something to say other than “Frankie! That’s mean!” Dan proceeded to walk all over the dining room screaming, dripping blood everywhere. It somehow ended up getting smeared all over one of the walls and is still waiting to get wiped up.
I used to think his acting out was a way of getting our attention. I was also a middle child, so I totally understood that sometimes you just want alone time with mom or dad. Well, we fixed that. Ryan and I both spend time with Frankie alone at least a few times a week. Nothing was solved with that. My mom says, “Oh my. He’s all boy!” But what little boy doesn’t want to hug or kiss on his mom- EVER?
I really hope I am overreacting. Sometimes Frankie gives me these looks that seem to be pure evil. Do all kids go through this phase and I was just lucky that Dan somehow missed it? At what point do you consider the “terrible twos” more than just a phase?
Dr. Gwen Dewar addresses the question- are parent’s to blame for the terrible two’s? I sure hope not! And I sure hope we grow out of this soon!