I love my son. He is a joy and makes my heart smile every single day… but not every single minute of every day. Some days are hard, and some days are harder than others. Some of the more annoying and frustrating things he does?
Empties drawers and laundry baskets full of clean clothes, tubs of toys and shelves full of books all over the floor and then runs to another room to start rearranging there, too.
Bangs his head on the floor. And the wall. Or my body. Usually because he is mad about something, though I’m often not even sure what.
When I have to sort through the angry tears, grunts and points to try to figure out what he wants. Because he definitely wants things, and doesn’t yet have the language to tell me exactly what.
Pees on the floor, on the carpet, on me… really anywhere the stream can reach.
He’s slow when I am in a hurry. And resistant, whiny and independent, always when we have somewhere to be. And then when we finally make it to the car, he arches his back and flips when I’m trying to strap him into his car seat.
Climbs without understanding gravity. Usually to give him the freedome to run somewhere, like the couch, with little understanding of the consequences that will occur if he falls off.
All I have to say is, unconditional love is real. We might struggle some days and still have a lot to learn from each other, but there’s a bond between us that can’t be broken. Even by a tenacious toddler.