B is almost 2.5 years old and I’ve experienced enough tantrums for them not scare me. But that doesn’t mean they don’t grate on my nerves — after all, what mother really wants to see their kid in that kind of emotional turmoil? And if the tantrum started much like the scenario above, it’s easy for a mom to feel like it’s all her fault. Continue reading What Happens At The End of a Tantrum?
The birth of my son ushered in a new era of exclusive breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, diaper changes, cold coffee, and anything else you can think of that is part and parcel of parenthood — along with the most complete joy I have ever experienced. Continue reading These are The Mommy Years