Some days feel like a battle of the crazies between my 3 year old and me.
It is logic versus the 3 year old. Reason versus the 3 year old. Patience, consistency, flexibility- all versus the 3 year old.
Here are a few of the questions and comments I fielded today:
“Why do we look at people?”
“Mommy, do you see that truck? See it? See it over there? [Where? I can't see where you're pointing- I'm driving... No, Chicken- I don't see it.] YES YOU DO MOMMY YOU SEE IT!“ repeat 5 times.
“Is it Valentines Day yet? Why is Miss Megan’s baby coming out on Valentine’s Day?”
“Why are they getting married? [Because they love each other] Why is he jumping? [Because he's so happy] Why is he so happy? [Because he's in love and he got married] Why did he get married?”
I remember before I had kids of my own, having so much patience for these questions. I would visit my sister and answer my niece’s queries with joy. Marriage? What a great question! Here’s a real teaching moment! Let’s really get into it! Let’s see… we could start with love, then talk about commitment, the covenant, inviting friends and family into the moment…
Now, as I have answered that particular question on a semi-daily basis for about 5 months now, the joy has really left me. The sparkle has worn off.
Today, I admit defeat. I hated the questions. Despised the repetition. There were the questions, then there was repeating the same thing I have said every day for the past three years. [We wash our hands every time we go potty. Yes we do! Go wash.] I was completely worn down. By 2:00 I had throw in the towel and might have yelled more than once. Like maybe 700 times. Naptime could not come soon enough.
So- here’s a question for other moms. Once child number two is talking (ours is not quite yet), will child number one then talk to child two instead of me? Please? Just, like, every once in a while? Because that might help take the edge off a little.
Here’s what she said to me this evening: “Mommy, I love the sound of your voice.”
Tomorrow we get to start all over.