I’m sat writing this when I have a million and one other things to do. But I’m writing it because I’m fired up and if I leave it until later, I’ll be calmer and then it just won’t happen.
Four year olds. No one warns you about four year olds. You hear about the ‘terrible twos’ and the ‘threenagers‘. I even wrote about that stage myself! But four-year-olds? What’s the term for that? Surely it exists for others too and not just us?
You expect each year to get better. But I swear since the Little Man turned four, we have had the biggest of all challenges on our hands. This gorgeous little boy can go from angel to devil with the flick of a switch. Seriously, to the point that I don’t recognise him.
I’ve always said I will be honest when writing posts like this. There’s no point in sugar coating any of this parenting lark. It’s real. It’s amazing and at times it can be a fricking nightmare.[bctt tweet=”Parenting isn’t a practise. It’s a daily learning experience” username=”JakiJellz”]
No one warns you about the challenges that come with a four-year-old who I can only assume is so ridiculously ready for school. No one warns you about the four-year old that will back chat you like he’s fourteen. Slap you when he can’t get his own way. Throw the washing you’ve just tidied up across the room because he thinks it’s FUNNY.
No one warns you that you will lose your shit despite trying to ‘keep calm because they need you to be calm‘. Really? Who are these people?
I’m all for trying new parenting techniques if it’s for the benefit of my kid and me but really? Surely there’s only so long you can keep a lid on it?
I admit. I lost my shit this afternoon. I’m not afraid to admit it. I’m not the first. I sure as hell won’t be the last. The kid had driven me to the brink!
And before we get a wise ass. Because there’s always one. We have tried EVERYTHING. Time out. Removing favourite toys. Star charts for good behaviour. You name it, I’ve googled the crap out of it and tried it a million times over. It just doesn’t work.
That doesn’t make me a shitty parent. I’ve considered this many times. Believe me. I’ve beaten myself up over that very phrase. Countlessly asking myself where I’ve gone wrong. But it’s not me. It’s just kids. It’s what they do. I realise that now.
He’s four. He’s clever. He’s probably bored of being at home. He’s ready for school. He’s 80% angel and 20% devil and I love him to bits. Of course, I do, but bloody hell. He tests me in ways I never knew existed.
But we carry on. We get up day after day and we carry on. Because we’re Mums. It’s what we do. Because for all their faults, they’re ours and we love them. We might not like them at times but we love them. And if we can’t teach them and shape them, who will?
Now excuse me while I go and tidy the laundry up for the third time today.