Will We Survive The Terrible Twos?

I am exhausted. Tears prick at the back of my eyes and sweat stains my shirt. I just spent 45 minutes battling with a toddler over every. last. thing.

She screamed when I changed her diaper. Fought when I told her she couldn’t leave the house naked. She demanded pancakes, and when I told her she couldn’t have them, fell to the floor in an arm-flailing tantrum.

This was an especially bad morning, but not unusual anymore. That little girl of mine is testing, testing, testing me…and sometimes I can’t help but feel like I’m failing.

If only I were home more, I tell myself, I’d have a better handle on this.

If only it weren’t so hard to say no to her, I sigh to myself, this wouldn’t be happening.

If only I weren’t such a wuss, I reprimand myself, I’d be able to cut her tantrums off before they start.

At times like these, I worry I’m raising a monster—and that I have only myself to blame.

But there are other times. Joyous, light-filled days.

Mornings when she reaches up for a hug, and collapsing around me, says, “I love you, mommy.”

Afternoons when we roll around together on the floor, tickling and giggling as we go.

Times when she does something amazing, like count to ten, in Spanish, as she climbs the stairs.

When that happens? I’m sure I’m doing something right.

This parenting thing isn’t so hard, I tell myself. Why did I wait so long to do it?

My daughter’s a genius, I chortle. And it’s all because I took fish oil pills while I was pregnant.

I rock, I think smugly. And that’s all there is to it.

It’s a crazy business, this parenting a two-year-old. One that I can’t quite get a handle on.

But even in my darkest moments, there’s one thing I know: This is nothing compared to what we’re going to have to deal with when she’s sixteen.

Somebody bring me some wine.

8 Comments on Will We Survive The Terrible Twos?

  1. Jessica
    July 28, 2011 at 11:16 am (5 years ago)

    I know what you mean. Same thing happened when I was the other day when my lil two year old Giovanna threw the biggest tantrum. Her favorite Berlingot dress was at the dry cleaners and had to wear a off the rack Ralph Lauren outfit instead. I had a hard time watching the nanny hold her flailing arms and legs to keep her in place as she attempted to slide her shirt and pants on.

    Days like that I’m very glad I have wireless headphones to drown out the screams. But dont’ get me wrong I love the time that I spend with her when it’s time for the nanny’s lunch. We have been working on how to send IM’s with her iPad.

    This stage will pass. If not, there’s always boarding school.

  2. Rebecca
    July 28, 2011 at 11:21 am (5 years ago)

    We went through the first two years of life with the terrible twos……….Once mine did hit two, they were much better.

    • Amber
      July 29, 2011 at 8:41 am (5 years ago)

      So you’ve said. Lucky lady.

  3. Caitlin {Pacifier In My Pocket}
    July 28, 2011 at 1:10 pm (5 years ago)

    To be honest, that’s what every day in our house is like now too. Tears over everything. Tantrums. Me being exhausted by it all.

    Here’s to hoping it gets easier. Although, judging by K and the tween years, it doesn’t necessarily get easier…just different battles to fight.

    • Amber
      July 29, 2011 at 8:41 am (5 years ago)

      That’s what I hear. But that sort of fun is why we signed on to be parents,right? Sarcasm, sarcasm, sarcasm….

  4. Sarah @ This Heavenly Life
    July 28, 2011 at 10:38 pm (5 years ago)


    You know how we look back on the baby days and think ‘boy, those were a cinch compared to toddlerhood…it’s way harder now.’

    Yeah. We’ll think that about our two and three year olds in the coming years.

    Again, *shudder*!

    • Amber
      July 29, 2011 at 8:40 am (5 years ago)

      You said it. *shudder*

  5. Wendy
    July 30, 2011 at 12:41 am (5 years ago)



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