Thursday, June 7, 2012

a better day

I am currently thankful that, despite a few episodes, today was pretty much a normal, fit/tantrum free day for the little guy.  I did notice that I was focusing more attention on him, putting the iPhone away, and not trying to multitask so much when he was wanting to play with me.  I'm not sure if that's what made the difference or not.  But it did take a lot of effort.  To be honest, keeping up with him wears me out!  He's absolutely exhausting.

He's been in bed almost an hour, and I've been sitting in the silence trying to upload pictures from the beach.  Apparently I'm running low on disc space on the laptop, so we need to clean the computer out before I can get those pictures in and uploaded here.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

when the little one seems too big

I've been struggling with Roscoe.  It seems like the "terrible 2s" have arrived early.  More like the "terrible pre-18months," only the tantrums and fits seem to be directed mostly at me.

I just got off the phone with Mark about this, and he was encouraging (as encouraging as he can be, because this is not an easy phase for me)... But I thought I'd get my thoughts out, let you into my head, try to relinquish my stubborn "I-can-do-it-myself" childlikeness, and make myself open to suggestions and advice.

Roscoe has always had a tendency to pitch a fit.  That started when he was tinier than tiny.  But those fits used to be easily corrected (easily enough).  He responded to our correction.  Now, he's putting up really really big fights.  His temper is...just right there....right under the surface ready to explode.  And when he doesn't get what he wants, BOOM!!!!!!

Without giving examples, I'll say that 90% of the time, with words and facial expressions Mark can correct him and get the desired response.  It isn't easy, but it works.  The other 10% of the time that Mark handles it, it takes more effort. 

I feel like the numbers are reversed for me.  For whatever reason, my 90% is full of frustration and failure, where on my end I'm receiving abuse and anger from my own son...my 15 month old son.  Often he gets angry at me and screams in my face multiple times, sometimes throwing a hit in there.  Discipline doesn't seem to phase him, so it just turns into a seemingly endless cycle of whining, fussing, screaming, correction, wash, rinse, repeat.

I think what is the hardest for me is that all I feel that I do is pour love into him.  I feed him.  I play with him.  I bathe him.  I change his diapers.  I wash his diapers.  I tuck him in bed.  He is my job, he's what I am employed to care for 24/7.

And he returns that with consistent tantrums and ungratefulness?

Another frustrating factor is that I generally stay calm and even-keeled.  He's not feeding off my temper because I'm not releasing a temper.

So, I know that this is really something that all moms have to deal with.  I've had multiple family members/friends tell me that when daddy comes home, the babes are angels.  But God help the mother during the day, because those same babes are running around like demons.

So how do we deal with it?  How do you keep control of your child when it seems like everything you do is a failure?  How do you handle the emotional let down of wanting to receive love back from your child and the bulk of what you see returned to you is negativity?

Moms, speak...