Your mother and I got into a fight last week when I uttered the words, “You’re a terrible partner.” I know, it’s bad, with and without context, and I won’t try to defend it, but it led to your mother taking a different attitude for a couple of days. She sort of just started doing the opposite of what she used to do because she figured if what she was doing before made her a “terrible partner”, then she’ll simply reverse it.
Talk about “you don’t miss it until it’s gone.” Wow. I always knew your mother held the family together, but she also also holds together the house we live in too. I ended up skipping a couple of meals during those three days simply because she didn’t bother preparing anything and I couldn’t be bothered to eat either. And good for her. Lesson learned. I’m sorry to her.
Aside from that, life with you has been mentally tiring. We’re struggling to keep up with your voracious mind. Whatever we throw at you, you just seem to absorb, so we’ve been throwing a lot and seeing what interests you.
These days, we’ve been doing a lot of reading and writing. You’re often glued to your potty, little table, or dining table working on your writing with Mr. Pencil or your reading with Endless Reader on the iPad. I suppose parenting is a lot easier with these fun educational apps – I can’t imagine trying to teach you writing without it. Well, I can because we do have a bit of fun with the whiteboard, but your attention span for it is definitely a lot shorter.
You’re getting one step closer to independence. Go you.
After our Amsterdam and Antwerp trip where your mother and I had our latest dust up over how I’m turning into my own dad. It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard that message and I’m even aware when I sometimes behave that way. But something about this particular time was different…something clicked…or maybe only because it’s fresh (hopefully not!).
I’ve been on a two-week detox from computer games (not that I’m quitting), and I don’t miss it as much as anyone probably thought; I’ve been more successful with that than me trying to detox from coffee. But beyond that, I just feel more at ease about life as it is, which as a parent means some sacrifices. I suppose some would call this acceptance of your situation. I don’t feel like I’m trying to rush you to your nanny or rush you to bed so I can go do something else. Nor do I start the day thinking “OMG what are we going to do and how are we going to keep you occupied?” I used to be scared of sleeping with you alone because I wouldn’t know whether I would be able to get a good night’s rest or whether I would be able to do whatever I want to do for as long as I wanted to do it. If anything, I’m appreciating the times and moments I have with you even more.
You’re really developing into an interesting character with your own quirks and jokes. I know as soon as I think about blinking, it’ll all be gone.