You know that thing that kids do. They act up. You call them on the bad behavior. They stop, You look away then back at them a few seconds later to see the bad behavior continue with a smile on the child's face. You do, don't you?
He's four. He's four. As I try to calm myself and say, "He's four". My boy is articulate, kind and full of energy. He also make bad choices at times. Some people call it testing, kids test the boundaries of how far they can go. I understand that he will grow out of it and he is displaying the antics of someone strong of will. I get it.
But, some days, it wears me down. It's too much. Today at his swimming lesson, my son acted out big time. He disobeyed his swimming coach by running away both in the water and around the pool - more than twice. I called him on it. He obeyed for half a minute, long enough for me to leave the scene and return to my seat. Then it started again. We left the pool area with him screaming and me dragging him by the hand.
It's the afternoon. He is sound asleep. The house is quiet. The TV has a blanket over it to remind him that he has lost TV privileges for several days. I am tired and weary. I have been crying. I don't have advice for others in this post. Some days, parenting feels like the most difficult and impossible thing ever. I just hope a different person wakes up from that nap.