I distinctly remember when we hit the terrible two’s. It was like a wave of tantrums, actually make that a tsunami of tantrums, belting us down anywhere and everywhere. It was exhausting, but I knew we would get through it, because like every phase, it passes.
What I didn’t anticipate was that three could be worse. Threenagers is what these ‘delightful’ beings have been dubbed and it couldn’t be more apt.
There is attitude upon attitude. There is slamming of doors to my screams of “you’re not 15, you’re 3!!” There are so many “why?” or “why, not’s?” that I don’t know what to do with them.
There are stand offs, there are marathon tantrums, there are consequences that get shrugged off like a feather on the shoulder.
If the terrible two’s were a tsunami, this is an earthquake, teamed with a volcano, and add a tornado on top. No joke.
I feared that my son was on his own with this behaviour, but no, I was wrong. It’s a real thing! Just google “threenager” and see what comes up!
I don’t know how long it will last (it’s only been two months since his 3rd birthday, ughhhh) or what I meant to do about it?
But I what I do know is that I miss my beautiful, angelic boy. I know he’s still there somewhere, I see glimpses. The other day he wrapped his arms around me and said “mummy, I’m so happy.” And my heart melted. For that minute we’d waived the white flag and were friends again.
But it never lasts long and the butting of heads begins again.
So what do I do? I want to hear from those who have ‘survived’ this phase….and I’m desperate! Help!