Those who’d like to participate in Five Minute Friday will write for five minutes on the topic of the week, post it on their own blog and link up the post here. This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.
This week’s prompt is: SHARE
Sometimes I think the most difficult part of being a mother of a toddler is the constant self-reminder that there’s a reason for the seemingly frustrating “why the hell doesn’t he get this?!?” behavior. He just doesn’t get it. And he shouldn’t – he’s only 22 months old, for goodness sake. His brain is still wrapping around the concept of putting two words together to communicate a sentence. How is he supposed to understand more abstract concepts about how to behave?
In some ways, I find this to be the most challenging part of parenting – sharing with your child in a way that actually has impact. Teaching them the proper ways to behave, how to have fun without doing it at the expense of others, when kicking is acceptable (with a ball) and when it’s not (a person). All of these little nuances of life, I need to explain and repeat. And every time I do, I open up the can of worms of “well, didn’t you do this when you were a kid?”
It does make me a bit more appreciative of what my parents had to deal with, that’s for sure. And amused that now that I have a child of my own, the stores are shared with me of the trials and tribulations of parenthood. I guess that’s a sign that I’ve finally grown up in their eyes. I’m a parent now – I can understand.
And if I share with them the feelings that some days, I just want to thump my head into a wall repeatedly, they just laugh. And sometimes agree.
I don’t doubt that they still want to do that with me some days.
It’s an overwhelming thing, really – sharing the world with a child that you’ve introduced to existence. Sharing with them all of the amazing complexities around them, yet trying to package it into little bits that they can understand and consume without feeling overwhelmed. Through it, I find that it opens up my own insecurities and fears about the world. I have to constantly tell myself that Max doesn’t (and won’t) see the world as I do, but it’s my job as a parent to try to get the perspective of how he does see things… and then explain it in a way to help him grow.
The responsibility makes my head hurt.