Today I cried.
I cried hard.
I sat at top of the staircase, covered my face, & cried.
When he saw me start to come down the stairs, The Toddler ran behind the recliner to hide.
He knew he wasn’t allowed to have the cereal but there it was spilled all over the kitchen counter I had just finished scrubbing.
He was hiding from me, afraid I would start yelling again.
I wanted to. I would have.
But instead, I cried.
He watched me for a moment; confusion turning into concern.
“Oh Mom,” he said, “please don’t cry.”
But I just sat there. Exhausted, defeated, & broken.
He brought me his ball & his racecar.
He did a silly dance & made a funny face.
He touched my face & put his tiny arms around my shoulders.
“Please, Mom. Don’t cry.”
Today was a bad day.
He wants candy for breakfast.
I want to go back to sleep.
He wants Team Umizoomi NOT Bubble Guppies.
I want to turn the TV off & go back to bed.
He doesn’t want to take a shower.
I want to take a shower by myself.
Instead, I shower with my hands over my ears with the Toddler sitting at my feet. The shower walls amplify his defiant screams & shatter my eardrums.
He wants to get out of the house.
I want to go to bed.
He wants a tennis ball from the grocery store.
I want a bottle of wine.
Wait now he wants the football?? He screams it loud enough for the entire store to hear.
I want to leave him in the parking lot.
The entire day goes on like this. Fight after fight. Argument after argument.
Despite it all, today, I am trying.
I reach out to a friend & tell her how I’m feeling.
I keep my voice level & calm. I talk to the Toddler & listen & try to understand. I give so many hugs & dozens of kisses.
I turn off the screens & turn on music.
I dance around & play on the floor & read books.
But no matter how hard I try & no matter what I do or say or act, it doesn’t stop.