We'll Get Through This

Seriously, there are no words to describe the moments that Chrispy has uncontrollable tantrums. One minute we are completely fine, playing on the floor with trucks, trains, and cars and when I tell him things like "no" or "stop" because he is about to throw his toy across the room or trying to jump off a counter it becomes a living nightmare. Terrible two's are no joke and anyone who laughs at you when you describe this should be shot…just saying.

Grocery shopping has become a thing I look forward to the most because my child can not stand the thought of being strapped into a buggy while Momma takes her sweet time buying things to eat, so she hires a babysitter ;) Its the only possible solution I have at this point if I even want to be able to feed us from home. I never thought the regression from the hubby's deployment would take an impact on him quit this hard but who was I to know…it's not like we had a child the other million times he has been called away for work.

With all the parenting books, websites, and blogs out there to help me manage with the "terrible two tantrums" I sometimes find myself overwhelmed with the different tactics I could take in order to solve the problem of the death stare/scream…and end up having a little tantrum myself…in tears. Sometimes for me the best solution to these horrible problems we are having are just to hold Chrispy as tight as I can in my arms, usually crying myself, and telling him how Momma loves him and that we will get through this. He sometimes calms down right away from the sound of me crying, which turns into him brushing sweet and gentle short strokes through my hair and telling me "Momma okkkay" and sealing it with tiny little kisses…which makes everything better. Sometimes the holding leads to a full on body convulsion in which I am being kicked, hit, and punched to let him be free of my grasp..either way, we are making it through…I think.

Time outs are slowly catching on as I'm starting to enforce them more regularly, but of course I'm usually sitting behind him facing him in a corner and reminding myself to stay strong. It is a true test being a parent and I can only imagine God gave loving parents this willpower we have to keep on going, even through the times you just want to give up. Truly a parent's love for their young baby is greater than any feeling I've ever had. Tomorrow is another day to start again, to make another impression on him, and to remind him how much you love him. I know I'm just speaking for myself in my little world about how hard it has been for Chrispy, but I remind myself that millions of us military families do this everyday, with children, and pets, and in different countries away from all of our loved one's to help us, and that gives me a wonderful warm fuzzy inside that it obviously is possible, and we'll get through this.

Happy Thursday Day Y'all! :)