Let’s talk about the f***ing fours. Rated F for the F-Bomb.

You always hear about the terrible twos and the trying threes but my god they have nothing on the fucking fours. There’s no doubt that two and three year olds can be a handful, they can definitely throw fits with the best of them. However, what I’ve learned this last year is that four is what nightmares are made of.

Now don’t get me wrong, there are some pretty amazing things that come with have a four year old. They can tell you what they want, they can be easier to take out in public, and they are so full of life and wonder. On the flip side of they that, they can tell you what they want and there will be hell to pay if they don’t get it. They also don’t have a total grip on their emotions which on some days is a recipe for disaster. I have never seen anyone hit just about every emotion until the day I told Ukiah he couldn’t come with me to check the mail without pants (Am I the only one who’s kid hates clothes?) He cried, got angry, finally realized he wasn’t going to win the argument, put on pants and starts skipping out the door laughing like nothing had happened.

Some days are harder than others, some days I question whether or not I’m actually the most stubborn person in this house. Having a strong willed child isn’t all bad at least not until they want nothing more than to argue. I swear some days he sees the inside of his room more than the rest of the house. There’s a fine line between not breaking your child’s strong will and not taking their shit. We need strong adults in this world but we also need them to be respectful and well mannered.

Sometimes I think it’s just me and I’m just failing at this whole parenting thing. Some days I feel awful because I feel like all I’ve done is send him to his room or yell. Then I hop on Facebook to chat with my birth board besties and realize we’re all going through the same thing, I find comfort in that.

Four isn’t all bad, he’s a great helper, insanely inquisitive, and unapologetically dances to beat of his own drum. He’s a free spirit and I love that about him. Although I am so ready to get past this stage, I’m sure some day I will look back and miss these days. I will also use them to laugh at him when he has his own four year old. You know what they say about payback 😉

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