
by Tara Pringle Jefferson
Everyone always talks about the “Terrible Twos” like they are only one step below being set on fire.
But I find that (yes, even on the bad days) I’m enjoying my daughter’s second year. Sure, she doesn’t listen, and she wants to stomp on my head if I lay on the floor (true story), and she refuses to do anything that she doesn’t feel like doing right at that moment. True, she has these tantrums that I call her “BFs” – baby fits. She’ll scream, talk real fast, wave her arms, basically everything but levitate off the ground and spew venom at me. And she would if she could.
Let me honest here. I don’t like babies. If I had to write a book based on my daughter’s first year, I would’ve titled it: “Babies are boring and other truths about motherhood that no one told me.”
Babies are not my favorite. Sure, I like my kids, but that’s because, um, they’re my kids. But most babies bore me to tears. The first few days I was home with my daughter, and same thing with my son, I just kind of held them like, “Ok, what now?”
I rejoiced when my daughter turned one. Do you hear me? I rejoiced. I wanted to shout from the hilltops, “We made it! We survived! She’s still alive!!!”
If I had the money, I would’ve sprung for an all-out “Ball ’til you fall” celebration. I’m talking camels and monkeys and elephants and more cake than at a Duncan Hines factory. I was just that happy.
True, kids grow up too fast. But if you sulk about the fact that your little one no longer wears size one diapers and such, then you miss the fact that they are becoming kids. Actual kids with personality, charm, excitement, independence, potential. And how cool is that?
Tell me, readers: Love the baby stage or hate it? Discuss in the comments.
Tara Pringle Jefferson is a freelance writer living in Ohio with her husband and two children. Visit her blog, www.theyoungmommylife.com, to read more of her observations about life, motherhood and love.