My husband and I take turns reminding each other that our son is only 2.
Life has been considerably more hectic in our home with a newborn added to the mix, and while it makes me ache inside to admit it, we have definitely lost some of our patience with Evan.
“Crissy, remember, he’s only 2.”
When I hear those words come from my husband’s mouth, I stop short of snapping at my toddler, and instead I feel a wave of mom-guilt and failure wash over me. It makes me feel horrible.
I look at Evan’s face, which just seems so large in every way to me now compared to the tiny features of a newborn. Then, I remember that just four short weeks ago, he was the only baby in my life.
The fact that he is very tall for his age, and that he communicates like an adult contribute to his seeming more mature than what he really is.
Likewise, when I can see my husband’s head about to explode following an hour of screaming and whining from both kids, I have to remind him not to get too frustrated with Evan.
I know that Evan may be having some behavioral issues following the birth of his sister, but I can also see that it is more an issue of our shifting perspective, and lack of patience, and that really kills me. In fact, it comes as a shock to me that even though I am totally conscious of my lack of patience toward Evan, I still struggle against not being too harsh on him daily.
I have to ask myself, should I not have yelled at him? Did I send him to his time out chair too early? Am I a TYRANT MOM?
I don’t want to be a tyrant. I don’t.
Did you find it harder to have patience with your first born, when the second came along?
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