Playing in the water. SLC Public Library Downtown.
Alice and I seem to be out of sync lately. Maybe for me it's the lingering stress from our move or maybe she's cranky from that last stubborn incisor that just won't poke through but at least once a day I find myself at the end of my rope, completely devoid of mommy patience.
Having hung around a lot of other babies Alice's age, I know she is on the higher end of the fiery temperament spectrum and, with us as her parents, I'm not surprised that she's a little head-strong, too. But that's part of the problem as I can also be fiery and head-strong. And when my patience is thin and Alice is testing the limits as is so common in this stage of her development I question whether staying at home with her is the right thing for me to do.
I also question whether having another kid is a good idea!
I love Alice more than anything. She is my world and I am so happy to be her mother but in the grand scheme of raising her, the toddler stage just might not be where I shine as a parent. And that's okay. But it took a conversation I had a few weeks back with a complete stranger for me to come to this realization. I was talking to a friend at CrossFit about how challenging my days at home with Alice can be when this other woman chimed in. She told me that she works as a nanny for a mom who stays at home with her three kids and the nanny is only there to take care of the youngest, who is just over a year old. She said the mom told her that those first two years of caring full-time for a baby just aren't where her strengths lie as a mom.
And I can totally relate.
So if Alice has a sibling, we might just send that kid to daycare during those toddler years. And in the meantime, I'm bringing back the two-a-day naps to see if that helps the moods of my little spitfire.
I think we have a bit of a drama queen on our hands.