“I hope you have a child just like you someday.”
What is that? A curse? Because it worked.
My 3-year-old son and I are one soul inhabiting two bodies. We are basically the same person. He is me – in the body of a 3-year-old boy, that is.
Did I paint a clear enough picture of how alike we are? Okay good, because now I can continue with the next part.
HE DRIVES ME CRAZY!
If we weren’t the same person inhabiting two bodies, I would feel bad about saying that. But I’m basically saying that I drive myself insane.
We drive each other crazy. We butt heads all the time even in moments when we’re trying to get to the same result. We each have our own way of achieving that result and our way is the only way. He knows exactly how to push my buttons. The other day Hubster thought I was being too harsh in taking a toy away, but I knew exactly what C’s next move was going to be. Give us an inch, we’ll see how much further we can push. Hubster didn’t know. How could he? He’s a gentler, less fiercely independent soul. I saw that look in C’s eye and I knew exactly what it was. Because I have that same look.
There are good things about C and I being the same. Through his health journey, I’ve come to realize that I also have SPD and suffered with it as a child. When he wipes away my kiss, I understand that his cheek has an unbearably tingly sensation until he wipes it off. When he complains that something is too loud, I know that it’s nearly intolerable. When he runs wild, bumping into people and things, clenching his fists and teeth, I know that he is currently feeling so much tension and energy in his body that he simply doesn’t know what to do.
It’s funny how having a child just like you can make you see yourself in a new light. I know that I’m not the easiest person to deal with sometimes, but I also know that I can be pretty darn awesome, too. C has made me quicker to recognize and apologize for my faults. It’s humbling, frustrating and hysterical wrapped into a little three-year-old bundle of energy.
Man, I love that kid.