Our first kid was great when he was two. Everyone talks about the terrible twos. I think we mentally ‘battened down the hatches’ when M turned two expecting the horror that comes with having a two year old. Nothing happened that we couldn’t handle. When M turned three it was a little bumpy but we thought we had it pretty good.
We decided we should have another kid because the first kid was pretty easy going. Looking back, I think having a first child who is well behaved is a sick cosmic joke. You mistakenly think that the second kid will be just like the first. You think you can handle anything a second kid can throw at you. Who knew that they would literally be throwing things at you?!
Right now D is throwing his wish for independence at me. D turned 2 at the end of June but he has had this independent streak in him since he was a baby. I do love that about him, don’t get me wrong. That independence will help him gain confidence in himself and help him (hopefully) throughout his life.
It’s just that it’s tough to just let him do what he wants to do (within reason).
At the park today he told me to go away and leave him alone while he was playing. I stepped back a few spaces but that wasn’t good enough for him. I ended up sitting on a bench that to me seemed too far away but was perfect for him.
Turns out, he was really good at climbing the ladders at the playground without me. Every now and then he looked for me to make sure I was at my bench. It made me a little sad that I wasn’t needed.
When it was time to go he ran up to me and hugged me. I guess he still needs his mommy sometimes, after all.