I had this whole picture in my head of how this ArcherMe time would play out. In my head, everything would be perfect, like in a movie: a mother and son holding hands and frolicking through the fields of Happyland... Riding rainbows and carousels in the sky... Cuddling each other in the shade of trees, swinging side by side on candycanes...
Reality, of course, has been much different. I guess I just kind of figured Archer would be stoked to spend every waking moment with me... Going on daily adventures and having playdates with old friends -- eating picnics at various local destinations. I had no idea he would be so anti.
As it turns out, Archer doesn't want to hang out with his mom all day every day. He needs peer interaction. He needs school.
Archer's been in school since January and has been going to school full-time since March. Five days a week. Six hours a day. I guess I didn't realize how important it really was for him to spend a bulk of his days in a school setting. Not only has school given Archer the gift of speech (he seriously won't shut up now. It's amazing. Today he told me that he thought princesses were beautiful and wanted to "hold one." Awwwww...) but it has also given him the social tools that knock me out of position for BFF... In so many words, I'm not his best friend anymore. I'm his mommy. Which before now, has been a sort of blurred line...
I thought I could be both.
But this last week and a half have proved otherwise. We've had our moments of course -- riding the Griffith Park train was a highlight, Archer pointing out every shrub with enthusiasm, cuddled up against my shoulder... And the pony-ride, of course. Archer loves him some horsies.

But every day has been rough. Tantrums getting out of the car. Hitting me when I try to dress him. Making scenes in public places. Things Archer has never done before. Not to this degree... Last Tuesday I had my own emotional meltdown in the car after a ten-minute wrestle-session to get Archer belted in. Ninety-degree heat (plus) kicking three-year-old (plus) very pregnant mom (equals) tears. It just does. And I'm averaging one emotional break-down a day at this point. Mainly because I'm tired and uncomfortable and I wasn't expecting this to be so hard.
The other day we met my parents and cousins at Disneyland because I thought it would be a fun day spent and Archer would love it there. I forgot that walking around in the sun all day, waiting in lines and dealing with crowds isn't ideal for someone at the end of her pregnancy. And Archer? Ha! Three-year-olds don't do lines. Three-year-olds don't do crowds either. So let this be known: three-year-olds and Disneyland in the summer? Maybe not such a great idea.
Sigh... I tried.
I have come to the conclusion that contrary to my great pipedream of a plan, these next few weeks are not necessarily going to be so super. And that's okay, I've decided. In fact, it's probably for the best. Archer is flexing his independence...

...He's showing me that he doesn't need me all the time, anymore. He needs
the structure of school. He needs his friends. He needs his teachers
and activities so he can be excited for me to pick him up at the end of
the day. ("Mommy's here! Mommy's here!) He needs his mother to be his mommy. Not his best friend.
Truthfully, I think I can live with that. I just have to survive these next few weeks without having a complete and total metdown.
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