“If you are skating on thin ice, you may as well tap dance.” ~ Bryce Courtenay.
I am pretty sure this was my youngest child’s motto for a long while.
He didn’t seem to need to sleep.
He refused, for days at a time to answer to anything other than “Superman”.
He had an imaginary friend who lived with us for almost a year.
He’d wake me before sunrise, full of energy, bouncing, in full voice ready for adventure.
He fought like a wild cat with his siblings. He bit. Scratched and hit.
I left Playgroups and play dates in tears, embarrassed and horrified after he’d hurt another child.
He refused to sit still long enough to hear a story or watch television, he wriggled and kicked and bucked if I tried to hold him.
I felt awful. I felt like I was failing as a mum. I felt judged and frowned at, every time we left the house.
He was always filthy. He was always loud. He was always fast and he always pushed me to the edge. He was also funny. Loving. Kind. With a humour and wisdom beyond his years.
So many people offered me advice. Medication. More exercise.
I was for a while really struggling. But, those times were made easier by his affectionate nature, his love for him “Mumma”, his laughter, his smiles and his sneaky hugs. The funny ieas he’d come up with, the advice he’d offer me , all made up for the lack of sleep and emotional rollercoaster. I learned to accept him, and to enjoy him. Forget the others.
He’s grown now, almost a teen. He’s learnt to self-monitor. Takes quiet time out, he contains himself and plays a lot of sport. He’s still the kid outside in the dark with the ball.
I look back on those days when I’d be in tears, after another shopping trip and remember now that nothing stays the same for long. I realise my boy doesn’t have to be what others think he should. He’s growing into a great human. He is kind, respectful and loving. And he’s still full of energy and he’s still super funny.
It won’t always be like it is today.
Remember good or bad, it won’t be like this for long.
Nothing stays the same for long.