Yeah. It. Is.
It's not rough in the fact I have to parent him, take care of him and play with him. I love him to pieces. I love being a Mom. I'm not going to lie, it's emotionally tiring.
Out in public he might seem bratty, rough, overactive and like he doesn't listen. Trust me, it is an emotionally draining struggle to work on the energy, excitement level and appropriate behaviors so he can one day be successful.
Library story times, music classes and playgroups are just too much stress for me to handle. I have to worry that he's going to trample over some baby, throw his egg shaker or want to run or scream when he's not suppose to. It doesn't make those activities fun or enjoyable for me because I'm constantly on guard. Instead, all outings are carefully planned so I know I can handle him and keep him occupied. I have a bag full of toys, crayons and toys - oh and thank goodness for the Kindle and Smartphone!
He loves to dance, run, jump and play. He easily gets frustrated and will head butt you, push or slap to help get his point across. Part of it is communication (he is in speech therapy) and part of it is HIM. He's energetic - I'm praying it's not really ADHD. He's smart as a whip. He enjoys looking a books, doing puzzles and building with blocks.
It's frustrating to parent him because I question myself. He has two older sisters that are mostly well-behaved. I expect my kids to be polite, helpful and use manners. I model what I want from them all the time. It's shocking to me that my son is the extreme. Where is this coming from?
I'm constantly working on finding new, energetic ways to keep him busy. I'm searching for sensory activities. We encourage the activity within safety guidelines - at the park, outside or through structured activities in the house. It's definitely exhausting. He also attends daycare which really seems to help and he does well with the teachers and is OK with the children. (He hasn't been kicked out yet!)
Some of the things he does is 100% "BOY". He loves trains, cars, planes and trucks. He thinks dinosaurs are cool. He likes me to be a monster and growl. He likes to knock things down, stomp in rain puddles and catch and throw a ball.
He makes me laugh and smile. He is excited about life. He teaches me so much about myself. I am blessed to have him in my life.
When he does get tired, he snuggles and tells me he loves me.
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