Finding peace in the face of the “Terrible Twos”
Last night, after yet another tiring and trying bedtime routine with my newly independent (NO!NO!NO!) Little Man, I walked downstairs and sank into the couch in exhaustion and frustration. After sitting there for a few minutes listening to him rustle around on the baby monitor, I set my focus on finding the positive in the situation.
Within moments, a feeling of peace and love washed over me as I remembered how after several years of trying to conceive a child and failed attempts with fertility drugs, my husband and I had given up hope…and I had suddenly gotten pregnant. I was taken back to that morning when I stared at the pregnancy test in absolute disbelief. I remembered jumping for joy and hugging my husband in the kitchen as I gave him the good news. Best of all, I remembered the doctor placing Little Man in my arms the day that he was born. Pure joy and love.
When I think about the miracle that he is, I can’t stay frustrated for long. And in the time that it had taken me to think of these precious memories, Little Man settled down on his own. Within minutes the sounds of soft sweet little boy snores were coming from the baby monitor. By focusing on happy memories, I temporarily lost focus of the frustration that I was experiencing…and in the meantime, the frustration melted away.