Today is hard.
We had a good weekend.
A solid good weekend.
Friends, parenting Isaac right now is difficult. Extremely difficult.
I had a friend comment on Instagram they hoped their sons antics would peak at 2 1/2. So did we. But they didn't. With his ability to communicate and absorb, the challenges are different every day. Over the weekend there was a full on meltdown because he wanted an ice cube in bed.
An ice cube.
For real, as if he's ever gotten to bring an ice cube to bed before.
You can anticipate almost every need, conversation or challenge, but you can't anticipate them all.
An ice cube. For the love.
The head knowledge that he's defining boundaries and needs to know that there is a strong authority to answer to is great . . . until you find yourself in a shouting match with your 3 year old son.
Yesterday before laying down for bed Isaac told me, "You're so nice to us mama. Thank you . . . sometimes you're mean though too."
Clearly, I don't want that to be my legacy.
My intent is not to be his friend.
I am his mother.
But this is dang hard.
And then you have my Mom text messaging me and calling me in tears, because Isaac won't listen to her.
And I'm stuck at work.