moving on
perhaps i ought to hold off on my ‘life is hard… and then you die’ journaling thoughts for 24 hours before posting.
though…someday it will come in handy… like when truman is a dad wondering why his 2-year-old is so awful.
i found a big purple bruise with red bite marks on the upper part of my inner arm from yesterday.
ouch.
those teeth went through a t-shirt and a thick chunky sweater.
oh… and a scratch on my cheek.
mean baby.
a co-worker of Jimmy’s told him that Truman was a completely normal 2-year-old.
He also said that from age 13-18, teenagers revert to 2-year-old ways.
That’s reassuring.
Not.
but… there is good in this child.
this morning we were doing dishes together and he leaned over and kissed my arm.
and then i remembered that I never stopped loving him.
this kid is so cute. like really cute…
when he is nice, that is.
what to do with little Tru?
sigh…
have i told you that i had a BEAST toddler? BEAST. every day i worried about him as a teenager. i even thought he might turn out to be an ax murderer (he had a tendency to find the knives in the kitchen and then try to find his brother who had wronged him). Today he is 11 and a GEM of a boy. Sweet, silly, responsible and kind-hearted. just yesterday i thought to myself “How i wish i could go back and whisper to the young mother that i was– don’t worry, he’ll grow out of this and he’ll be just fine!!” So, instead I’m whispering to you– I think he’ll be JUST FINE!! {If he survives till age 5.) And, you’ll have GREAT stories.
hah! i just read yesterday’s post and i have to laugh. drew was SO BAD. he’d scream during the sacrament because he wanted a whole handful. i remember him saying, “BUT MOM!! I’M BERY, BERY HUNGRY!!” once, i whispered loudly in his ear “If you do not stop talking and sit still I’m going to take you into the parking lot and FEED YOU TO THE DOGS.” Yes, i really said those words. The recently released stake president was sitting behind me. I turned to see if he heard me and his shoulders were bouncing up and down as he chuckled. oh, how i remember these horrible church days with a pang of “I wish i had loved him just a little more and worried just a little less.” It’s not easy raising the captain moroni kids is it? ps. i have often thought of mary and baby christ. I DO NOT BELIEVE that he “never got vexed when the game went wrong.” I think he was a very busy, very strong, very active toddler. He had to be. I would LOVE to have seen what a “perfect” half-God toddler looked like. I think we would all be surprised!! Sorry for the book.
love ya sister!