The Terrifying Toddler Mom

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Yesterday, the toddler that lurks within me made an appearance. Just when I begin to think I’m growing up and learning to handle setbacks and inconveniences gracefully and maturely, that two-year old shows up. And in true toddler fashion, she does everything short of throwing herself in the middle of the living room floor, kicking and screaming.

I’ve noticed the episodes that often lead us to this not-so-attractive behavior look somewhat like an avalanche. One thing goes wrong, then another, then another, and before you know it you are accidentally pouring soy sauce (instead of more tea) into your teacup at the Japanese restaurant. At this point, you either cry or laugh. I chose the latter.

The soy sauce in my cup was just the right amount of humor I desperately needed to trigger an attitude adjustment. It was a reminder to not take setbacks and delays so seriously.  It was a reminder that life is much more enjoyable if you lighten up and take those moments in stride.  As a recovering perfectionist, I need that reminder every so often.

When I got home, a Facebook friend had posted this:

Optimist:  Someone who figures out that taking a step backwards after taking a step forward, is not a disaster, it’s more like a Cha-Cha.

Today, I choose the cup is half-full approach. (And that cup is beautiful with or without soy sauce in it.)

Today, I choose to sing in the struggles, laugh in the check-out lines, and dance with delays,

But be forewarned, I kind of dance like this.

8 thoughts on “The Terrifying Toddler Mom

  1. Tracy

    Oh man, I thought by the title of the post you were writing directly about me since my 4 and 2 year old have been really testing my patience the last couple of weeks… Unfortunately I have looked more like the lady in the picture than I care to admit:(. Thank you for this reminder to stop and just laugh, even if I find their Cheerios or play doh in my cup of green tea…sigh

  2. Joy Lenton

    Elaine, this made me laugh and nod (if not cry) in recognition. We all have days as you describe when one more thing going wrong is enough to promote hair tearing, screaming and acting pretty much like a toddler having a tantrum. Even as we grow older and learn to confine the expression of such feelings to more of an inner than outward angst, they are still there and apt to manifest themselves at the worst possible time. I’m so glad you chose laughter as a way of venting. Much the best option! And don’t most of us dance a bit like this if we were honest?! Blessings of grace and peace. xx


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