We never had the terrible two’s in our house. As a matter of
fact we breezed right through two and I thought how amazingly lucky we were. Turns out we weren’t lucky because then three hit and my sweet little girl began to exert
her independence. It was a wild few months then it passed as quickly as it came
and my sweet little girl returned. My husband and I were" like thank goodness
that is over"! Silly first time parents!
Then came four and she was amazing. Learning so much, taking
in everything, cuddling us, and telling us all the time how much she loved us.
I was so happy I had found a stage that was complete bliss! Then all of a
sudden like a light switched this little alien moved in with us. Doors started
to be slammed, feet were being stomped, arms crossed, and screaming at us has
become her new MO.
The two of us began to look at each other struggling with what to do,
and how to understand where this is coming from? My husband even goes so far as
to say this,” If she was ten years older I would be questioning what time of the
month it is.” I roll my eyes at him with a quick,” Don’t go there!”
At school drop off I run across another Mom and tell her
some of what has been happening and she just laughs and says with a knowing
smile,” Welcome to FU I’m 4 stage!” Well, isn’t that great I think. This stage
has such a colorful yet fitting name!
Then yesterday we have a play date at our pool with one of
my daughter’s favorite, sweetest friends. Within five minutes of being there
she starts to have the mother of all meltdowns with her Dad. He looks
flustered, embarrassed, and extremely stressed out. I recognize this look
because I have recently seen it on both my face and my husbands. That Dad looks
at me and says,” Well you know it’s the FU I’m four stage what can you do but
grin and bear it.” Dang he knew about this too? I smile; laugh, and rest a
little easier knowing that right now might be hard but were not the only ones
living with an alien.
I wonder what five will bring us? Actually, scratch that I
don’t want to know. I would rather live in the bliss of the unknowing until
then.
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