DD has been a challenge since the moment she was conceived – let me rephrase that… she has been a challenge to even conceive! 4 years of trying,
morning all day sickness for 7 months, heart burn, acid reflux.. these were all just a precursor of things to come. Colic, acid reflux (for her this time), sleeplessness, extremely demanding and emotional, you name it, we’ve had it with our little bundle of “joy”. My hair is gray, I have wrinkles, black circles under my eyes and these are just the physical deteriorations. I would have never guessed that 1 single human, standing less than 3 feet tall had the ability to completely take out an adult. But yes, my Little DD has been successful, for the long 3 years of her life, it has been her daily enjoyment to see how she can take down her Mom – and she has been successful.
Life has been extremely hard, DD is a “Handful and a Half” as I call it. We got along like an oil fire and water. I cried – a lot (
never rarely in front of her). It was nearly to the point where I thought a 3 year old child was purposely trying to push every single button I had, and then continued to push and push and push even harder.
When I was pregnant, I had imagined the most amazing mother/daughter experiences, shopping, days at the spa, rocking, singing, playing at the park! Everything was just perfect. Ok, don’t get me wrong, I knew there would be hard days, but I also thought there would be at least SOME good days!
Up until just a short few weeks ago, there were very few good days. And then like a switch on a toy, everything changed. My Little DD has been the most delightful, loving, respectful, and complete angel any mother could dream of. I am in shock – who is this girl and what you have done with DD? Why the change? What is going on?
Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled. I am finally getting some of those amazing things I imagined – Special mother/daughter time and we are enjoying life together, having lots of fun.
I have heard kids will go through many phases, I am hoping this extremely delightful phase will last just as long (if not longer) than the last dreadful phases – if so, by my calculations we have at least 8 years of good times (trying to conceive + pregnancy + 3 years of pure hell = 8 years). Which brings us to age 11, in which I should expect hard times once again with a tween. And, unfortunately, this will probably bring even more grief than I have already experienced.
So for now, I will enjoy every waking minute with my new girl! Sure there may be a few ups and downs, but I am really starting to enjoy the finer things of being a mother. Before, I was very happy and proud to be a mother, but the daily life was almost too much to handle with very little rewards.
So for those of you who have suffered similar fate (the kind of fate that has you questioning why you wanted children). There is hope! I wish I could offer advice as to what made the change happen. It could be time, it could be the endless tough love, it could just be that she is growing up. But I do want you all to know there is hope for better times!