Ds, 2 years old. Defeats me most days. I just do not know where I am going wrong. I am full of love and affection for him, comes naturally, I don't think about it. I try to strike a balance between being a strict, consistent and loving parent. But it gets me no where. I am the mother you pass in the park whose child is having a screaming fit because he refuses to let go of another child's toy. And then you may pass me an hour later as you leave the park and yes, once again, my child is thrashing around on the floor, screaming blue murder because I spent five minutes telling him it was time to leave for supper and all the tasty things I was preparing, but all I get in response is screams and thrashes.
Out with coffee with friends with toddlers of similar ages. Yes, they occasionally have fizzes. My son? Every single frickin time he wails, squeals, shouts and is usually aggressive a couple of times. My friend said I had the patience of a saint. Little does she know that inside I am often boiling, and I do mean boiling, with anger and resentment.
I was desperate to be a mother, and know I wonder whether it was something that wasn't right for me.m I am 10 weeks pregnant, and scared senseless that I will have to deal with all this x2.
Dh supportive, kind of, but works away a lot.
Not sure what I am asking. Just feeling very down and totally incompetent. Why do I see so many mothers out with toddlers and occasionally one does see tizzes and tantrums, but not that often. For me and my ds, it is every bloody time we go out. I feel a shell of the person I was.