Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Three-nager Is Upon Us...

Just like that, my sweet cuddly, Mommy loving baby Bryar went from sweetness to a three-nager.

Never heard of it before?

Let me explain.

It sometimes looks like this:


Then five seconds later it is batting it's big blue eyes saying, "I sowwy Mommy."




The tip of your Mommy heart breaks off, and you hug your toddler because you know in five seconds he will once again look like the first picture. I'm not sure how they do it. How they wrap us in time, after time. But they know what they're doing and they're little pros at it. 

The day that Bryar turned three the world we knew took a turn. He started speaking more, then came the attitude, hands on the hips, pouting, yelling and even trying to hit. Along with this has come a lot of talking, spankings, time outs and even moments walking away to wipe my own tears. 

Parenting is tiresome. Teaching respect is even more than exhausting. 

I never want to hear someone say terrible twos, again. I love my sweet (when he wants to be) boy but threes are terrifying at times. It's extremely true that the person who made the term, "terrible twos" had not witnessed the grand age of three. 

I strive to always deal with things properly but let's be honest. We are human. We're not super Moms 24/7, even though we strive to be. I have struggled very much with my parenting abilities; weaknesses and achievements. I am more than certain that I've shown my weak moments more than my positive ones this week, this month or even year. 

The hardest part of parenting has to be that spilt second after a moment occurs and you think "Holy haystacks, I should have dealt with that differently." But as I lie here in bed, wishing I could go to sleep, because every bone aches and I feel as if they have sucked the breath right out of my lungs for the night, I am at peace. 

Why, you ask? 

Because thankfully, we have a savior who gives us grace. We are even given grace when it comes to parenting our backwards head, screaming, arms up in the air just so you will drop them, "no!" yelling three year olds.

I will wake up in the morning, with a <l> half way </l> fresh mind and I will continue to tackle the challenge of teaching respect. Because if I do not now, then who will later. Even if it is tough, it is my responsibility to take on. 

"It is easier to build strong children, than to repair broken men." 



2 comments:

Lollipops & Pig Tails said...

This made me laugh out loud. I have one as well!

Lexie Loo, Lily, Liam, and Dylan Too! said...

I get it! I completely understand. Lily is the most stubborn, bipolar 3 year old. My older two were EASY. She is not!

Story of Mommy

My photo
I am a sinner saved by the grace of God. A wife to the 5oh, and Mother to Charli Beth and Bryar. This is my story of Motherhood, life experiences and sometimes even my overwhelming heart all typed out. I believe in second chances, yet the firm hand of parenting. That sweet tea is of the comfort food category. Chickens belong in every backyard. Children should each have a responsibility of their own while helping take care of duties in the home. Sports are a must for our family, and we spend many nights on courts or fields. We consistently feel new to each of the experiences that are brought into our lives. But we are always excited for the journey in which God has given us.

Email Me!

--If you have any questions or just want to chat, feel free to email me! @ paigeleana@yahoo.com --

Followers

Reviews

If you need a sign? Please check out this website below! They can do everything from yard sale to event signs! They are amazing to work with!!
Vinyl Banners

Disclaimer

The thoughts and opinions here are those and those alone of the posting author and in no way reflects the feelings or opinions held by any agency that the posting author has or has ever been affiliated with!

Popular Posts

Blog Archive

 
Designed by Munchkin Land Designs • Copyright 2012 • All Rights Reserved