Do You Have to Be Patient to Be a Good Mom?
Just today he wanted to shut the door to the bathroom and I told him he couldn't. He walked across the room, picked up a plastic bottle off the edge of the tub and glared at me and threw it! He never broke eye contact with me! He just poked out his little lip and scowled. I, of course, knelt down and explained that we do not throw things when we are angry. But hey, Monkey see Monkey Do!
The good news is that I am getting better. It's getting easier to stay calm. I'm not sure why or how, but I'm not going to tug too tightly on that thread. I will just accept what the good Lord is offering me right now. My greatest fear/hope is that it won't all come crashing down around me once Bryce is born and I am tugged in two different directions on zero sleep. In the mean time, all I can do is take deep breaths and try to set a good example for Noah -- and pray.