My family moved to South Carolina when I was four years old. As long as I can remember and could read, we had a sign hanging over the door that I would read to myself everyday that says “If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.” The sign is still there and it makes me smile every time I leave the house. As I think about it now, I have to laugh because how it should read is “If toddler ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!”
I would be lying to you if I told you every week of therapy is perfect and something new and wonderful happens. This week was the week where it wasn’t so wonderful. Don’t get me wrong, it has absolutely nothing to do with therapy, Killi’s doc, or the institute. Simply put, my toddler was in a mood all week… dude was just pissed. I think out of the entire week he had two good mornings that turned into very rough afternoons.
I have a theory on this bad week: a growth spurt (he looks a lot bigger to me this week) with lots of long naps and early bed times and his dad was gone all week to China for work. I think his body just hurt, he was tired and missing his dad.
During therapy this week, he just wanted his mom so I couldn’t escape to the waiting room for his doc to get some good time with him. One morning as soon as we got to therapy, he went to his stroller and signaled to me it was time to go! All I I could say was “Son, we just got here! You are gonna play and your gonna like it!!!” He was just out of it the entire week. To finish off our week, we had swim class today that started in a crying fit and ended with us not doing any of the lesson and leaving about 5 minutes into it.
A week without dad and two year old growth spurts is hard for mom and toddler. I have learned that momma being happy has nothing to do with anyone else’s happiness at this stage in my sons life but has everything to do with how the toddler is feeling from day to day. Maybe I will have the upper hand when he is a teenage… Well a momma can dream. Can’t she?