So many of my fellow Ds moms hate that stereotype and are happy to break it down with photos of their kids melting down, crying and being little rascals.
But you know what? I kind of wish it were true sometimes.
I understand that ascribing only one emotion or state of mind to a person can be a little de-humanizing. I want the world to see my daughter as she is, a complex individual with her own wants and needs.
But these days a little more happy wouldn't hurt.
Let's just say that the terrible twos are in full force, even though her official birthday is a little over a month away. The days of my mostly snuggly, smiley little girl seem to be fading into the background, replaced by an arching, flailing, griping girl, eager to avoid diaper changes, clothing changes, being fed, being put in the car. You know the drill. She's a toddler.
I get it. The desire to be independent is strong. But because a certain someone's fine motor skills aren't quite up to the task of self-feeding the very few healthy foods that she can/will eat, this mama is getting frustrated. I know that kids won't starve themselves, and Cora would happily rely on nursing to fill all the gaps. But I am growing weary of constantly nursing.
So now I am looking for ideas to help self-feed soup and yogurt. And ideas to help a big toddler girl accept transitions. Explaining things and signing in advance helps.
But, aye. I'm feeling a bit exasperated.
Take last night's adventure to ZooLights at the Oregon Zoo. I have been looking forward to taking Cora for months. So, of course, she decided to cry almost the whole time.
|Still trying to make the most of the night...|
|Sharing her true feelings. Blurry, yes, but this totally captures Cora's night at the zoo.|
It's time to re-set my expectations and accept that my visions of sugarplums may have to remain visions for a couple more years. You know, it's supposed to be sugarplums dancing in the children's heads. I'm pretty sure Cora would spit out sugarplums if she had the chance.
Maybe I have to accept that feeding and clothing may be a bit of a vision too and start adjusting to my life with my toddler.
Good thing she's stinking cute.