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the terrible twosIt’s been a while since I shared any motherhood moments in this blog and while I do have a separate (dormant, if I may add) “mom” section, I just wanted to take a break from all the bustling beauty happenings in the world and share my candid thoughts about parenting a feisty little girl now in her Terrible Twos. Ahhhh, the bittersweet Terrible Twos. The it’s-all-fun-and-games-until-she-lies-on-the-floor-crying stage. On one hand, I love this stage because she can now voice out her opinions and thoughts in funny, broken sentences. “Mom, Dad snore scary“, “Mom, love you so much“, “Sorry mom, no more *insert bad thing done like licking the door continuously*.” I especially love the surprise hugs and kisses out of nowhere, the sudden singing and dancing of her own version of All About That Bass and Bang Bang, the random stories she’ll try to convey by making out sentences I think I need to hear 5x before I could understand. The warm, fuzzy, butterfly-inducing feelings they talk about when becoming a parent intensifies at this stage because of that verbal interaction. Enzo and I can’t help but literally laugh out loud when she speaks to us as if she’s a grown woman way beyond her years. When she comes up to me while I’m putting on makeup (in my bathrobe still and my hair up in a towel), “Mom, san ka punta (where are you going)? Sama Selene (take Selene).” On the other hand, she can now voice out her opinions and thoughts. “I do it, mom!” “Change clothes mom, ugly!” (most of the time referring to what I ask her to wear, sometimes what I’m wearing ha ha!) and her statement of the year, “NO!“. Time to eat, Selene.. NO. Let’s change your super wet diaper, Selene.. NO. Breathe some oxygen, gurl… NO. During the first bouts, I may or may not have gone inside our bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror and told myself the same thing. Breathe, Shari. The first time she lay on the floor while whining and crying was the first time ever again that I fell silent for a good 5 minutes. You could’ve given me a Calculus equation and I may have been able to solve it than have me think of how to calm a toddler down who when touched cries even louder. Okay maybe not a Calculus problem, maybe more of a how-much-do-I-‘save’-if-I-get-the-GWP-when-I-dont-really-need-it kind of problem. LOL. At the same time, as I handled more and more of these tantrums, I kind of got an idea of what kind of mother I will be. Something I didn’t think I would be way back when I was in my defiant adolescence stage always telling myself, “I will not be the same mom like my mom. I’ll be a way cooler mom.” UHHHH cue in the lightning strikes because Selene is only two yet I feel like I’m already more strict than my mom and dad combined. I know right. I’m surprisingly a ‘tough love’ kind of momma. Or in other words, the bad cop. Of course, Enzo’s always the good cop – who Selene knows she has right in the palm of her hand. So yes, we’re at the stage where I feel discipline is necessary but not an increasing amount of it yet because at this age, she’s still just innocuously curious. Although we already do timeouts a.k.a “you did a bad thing, face the wall until you’re ready to say sorry”. Also, I’ve learned the best way to handle a tantrum – leave her to it. At first, I did the whole ‘calm yourself before you calm her down’ routine and it just escalated into ‘mom-might-also-be-having-a-tantrum’ situation. I’ve learned that walking away and not minding her was the best solution – even though that means I have to walk away with someone grabbing hold of my legs while I’m at it. The first time I did this – she walks up to me sobbing – I tell her I won’t talk to her if she kept on crying. So she held back her cry as much as she could and in between sobs, she kisses me on my lips and wipes her tears and mucus using my shirt. A few times, she even used my hair to wipe them off. LOLOLOL. Imagine me rolling on the floor laughing in my head because I couldn’t possibly show her I was laughing else she might think I’m amused by these tantrums. It’s such a FUUUUUN stage – like when you’re deep in frustration over a subject/course that you badly don’t want to fail in so you study your ass off in isolation but learn after all of it that you’ve actually topped the class. It all pays in the end. Except in dealing with these terrible twos, should I fail – I’ll end up with a spoiled, entitled child with a self-esteem so low or so high I can’t even see it with a telescope. In short, I fail at life.
A clear picture of how it is when dealing with the terrible twosSo if you don’t hear from me in a few days or weeks here on the blog, it only means my ‘ignoring tantrums’ tactics aren’t working anymore and I might have taken Selene captive to a faraway cabin void of iPads and television or any kind of technology making her repeat “I will not get what I want in life through crying or throwing fits” 100x. So, that’s it for now. Taking off my motherhood cap in 3..2.. Selene, why are you licking the floor!!!!!
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