I’m well in the midst of the terrible twos with my son, who is actually only 4 months off 3 years. I’m absolutely at my wits end. Let me preface by saying, this child is my absolute world. He’s my rainbow after a surprise and traumatic miscarriage. He’s sweet, cheeky and very characterful. But he’s also going through a very tempestuous phase where he’s wilful, constantly (it feels like) tantrums all the time. We go through phases during these tantrums of slapping, biting (nearly broke hubby’s skin the other day), kicking, launching items at my head.
He also waits until my back is turned (hubby works long hours, family live far away so little/no support network) and while I’m cooking at the other end of the room to hurt his sister - today while I was just literally putting something in the oven I heard her crying, dashed round the dining table to witness him smacking her about the head.
Ive spoken to a few other mums in passing and obviously heard these stories growing up so I’m well aware that quite often this can be typical toddler behaviour, but it’s taking its toll on me.
Does anyone also feel like they’re grieving the loss of their little baby? He was the most loving, sweet little boy til he hit about 16 months and the tantrums started (only extremely mild and very sporadic). Then just a month past 2 they fully kicked in. I love seeing him grow and develop in personality, but I feel like I’m also grieving the loss of the adorable little one I had such a close bond with before. We have a close bond now too, but it’s so different.
Im also worries because I’m equally close to my little girl, who’s just reached the age that he was when he started these tantrums. I’m worried I’m going to lose her too.
Grouped with all the guilt you feel for losing your patience with them, for feeling this way and being frustrated, of not being able to cope with it better. I don’t lose my patience very often in truth, it usually takes a good few days of solid non stop tantrums for me to have had enough, more often weeks.
Would love to hear some positive stories of parents who’ve made it through the other side. It’s sad that I should be wishing his life away to get to better behaviour, rather than enjoying these early years that I’m never going to get back.