I mentioned last time that parenting was a second incredible challenge in my life.
Loving my children is not a challenge. Even if I wanted to resist, I have no choice in this matter: I love them with my entire being. They made me who I am; who I was meant to be.
It’s the parenting them part that is the challenge – and mostly worrying that I am not doing it right, or that they will remember each mistake I made. Or worse yet – that each mistake I make will harm their development!
Lincoln is just over 2.5 years, and is a very happy little boy. He is not a big boy – if you call him that, he will correct you. He is very smart and speaks and understands well beyond his age. He loves dinosaurs as much as anything, and in turn has become a little bit aggressive. We have toned down letting him watch dinosaurs on television, and are working on helping him understand who he can rough-house with, and when it’s appropriate. This weekend was wonderful. He was so incredibly well behaved and loving. If we aren’t good parents, he isn’t well behaved. It’s a vicious cycle, and hard on sleep-deprived mommies and daddies of two.