One of the things that comes up time and time again for me when reading about or talking to other parents about raising a child is the “terrible 2s.” Apparently this time in life is something that people throughout history have been fearful of. In fact, I recently learned that in one of Shakespeare’s early drafts the soothsayer warned Caesar about the ides of March not only because he was going to be murdered, but also because on that day his offspring was going to have a birthday.
Caesar: Ha! Who calls?
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March. Your offspring will turn 2 and you will go blind with frustration over their actions and defiance of you.
Caesar: What hell is this? I’d rather be assassinated than deal with such madness.
Soothsayer: Funny you should mention that…
When Olivia turned 3 I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that we had made it out of those troubled waters. But then parents of older children started telling me that 3 is worse than 2, and that the years after that have their own brands of fun. There are the “fearsome 4s,” the “fucked up 5s,” the “sacrebleu 6s” and the “seriously (?!?!) 7s.” I’m a worrier by nature, so my mind races at what’s potentially ahead of us. Problem is, I need to focus on the here and now because what’s going on in present day is quite a lot.
Then parents of older children started telling me that 3 is worse than 2. Then come the “fearsome 4s,” the “fucked up 5s,” the “sacrebleu 6s” and the “seriously (?!?!) 7s.”
For starters, I’m back to being public enemy No. 1 with Olivia. She wants mommy most of the time, won’t let me do things for her and whines if I try to discipline her. Jodi has been doing her best to remind Olivia that I love her and only want the best for her. She’s even gone so far as to wear a massive clock around her neck and be my hype woman. Unfortunately for me, it appears that rapping does not soothe the savage beast, no matter how fresh her rhymes are.
It also doesn’t help that as of late Olivia is saying that I scare her. From what I can gather, my being the disciplinarian of the house has been painting me in this light. It’s either that or my new pajamas. I’ll admit, there have been a handful of times where I’ve raised my voice to try and regain some control over her tantrums. I realize now that in those moments I was pretty much doing the same thing she was: acting out in frustration. In those instances I made sure to apologize and let her know that I still loved her and tried to compromise with whatever the issue was at hand. I know I’m not perfect and that I have my own issues. Every day is a new chance to do better and work on building up patience, understanding and love for my daughter. Yet now, it’s as if every time I try to discipline her, she’s frightened of me and wants to be comforted by Jodi. How do I combat that?
Come to think of it, disciplining Olivia these days has been really challenging. If it’s from Jodi, Olivia will yell, bite an article of clothing or try to hit her. If it’s coming from me, she’ll whine and call out for Jodi, seek her motherly arms for protection from my tyranny, then try to either sway Jodi to her side or drag her along to help her do whatever it is we’ve asked of her. Last, but not least, if both of us are doing the dirty work she’ll pull out all the stops and call upon her acting skills to try and convince us that something hurts (rarely) or that she’s tired (most likely). When this happens I look her straight in the eye and say, “And the Oscar for best toddler actress in a leading role goes to …” She just says, “Huh? What you say?” I swear I can’t wait for this kid to start getting some of my jokes.
Got tantrums? Give me solutions!
Part of my frustration in this also stems from the fact it doesn’t always feel like Jodi and I are a united front in regards to disciplining our child during her tantrums or other transgressions. Let’s set a few things straight before I continue:
1) I’ve never taken a child psychology course.
2) I know just as much, if not less, than my wife when it comes to raising a child and disciplining a toddler.
3) A fair amount of the time I am winging it when it comes to being a parent.
4) I like cupcakes and beer. Not always in that order.
As I was saying, there are plenty of times where it feels like I’m being the hardass by trying to keep Olivia in line and my wife is being the pushover. Yes, there are times where giving in to our child can help defuse a situation. But if we’re at home and she’s throwing tantrums to get Jodi to give in to her, or playing it so that it’s the two of them against me, that’s a problem. To be completely fair, my wife has a lot more going on than I do. Her arthritis can, and usually does, sap her energy very easily, which makes her give in so that Olivia is calm and manageable. I don’t blame her for a second for doing this, but then how do we make it so that Olivia doesn’t take advantage of Jodi?
For all the hard times we’re having right now, I can’t forget about the good that is peeking its head through every day. Olivia loves to sing and we love listening to her do it. Potty training, while still in progress, has been going pretty well. Our daycare has repeatedly told us about how well behaved she is with them, which, after confirming there are no other Olivias going there, we smile proudly about. And lastly, she’s becoming much more affectionate toward the both of us. OK, mostly toward my wife Jodi but I get some love here and there, too. She’s been saying that she loves us, giving big hugs and spooning out lots of sugar (kisses). That’s the tricky part: remembering all of those wonderful things when faced with nuclear meltdowns over putting on pants, having the “correct” cup to drink from or any other things that bring forth her wrath. I’m trying my best to remain calm in the face of it all and not let it get to me, but it’s not easy. All I can do is keep trying and hope that while I’m practicing patience it rubs off on her and she can start doing it too. Either that or she’ll rub off on me and I’ll end up touching everything to a cup before I put it away too. Man, laundry days are going to suck if that happens.