I am so not use to the independent toddler thing. The, I know what I want and if you don’t – well, that is your problem, thing.
It is part of what I love about Parker so much. That fire of his.
But then there are the times where ‘his way’ isn’t an option, and that concept doesn’t exist in his world yet.
And then there are the times where we just can’t seem to understand one another. And I feel so bad because he clearly knows what he is trying to tell me, but I just can’t figure it out.
I love his determination and persistence, and I love to watch how these traits unfold as he ages with every passing days.
But then there are the some times situations where it feels like I am arguing with a sixteen year old, and I think wow – we are here, are we? Like when Parker is determined to not wear gloves, but his hands hurt from the cold and he is mad that his hands hurt, but the argument goes round and round because really – what does mom know anyway?
I just can’t help but laugh in those moments and love him all the more.