There have certainly been days since Micro turned 3 that he and I have had our share of, let's just say, short of, "Who is this monster? You're impossible! Please return my son."I may have had the terrible two's all wrong. I think Micro is staging a monstrous attack on educating me and Mr. Fliz on how freakin' hard the 3's are. I spoke to one mom last year who was in Micro's soccer class and she commented on how her son morphed into some unnatural being who she couldn't handle or get along with in the first six months of him turning 3. I might be right there with her. Now.
Those days where my patience for Micro's crying outbursts over the littlest things are treading on extremely thin ice, I close my eyes and imagine that in 3 more months, he might change and develop into a much more complacent little boy. I can daydream right? No, I know things are sometimes just "growing pains." I must say, it seems that Micro and I both suffer from it at times.
Then come days when he and Micron are perfect little playmates. It's happening more frequently and I begin to wonder, if this too, is just a phase in the development of their relationship. Micro has always been pretty good towards Micron and lately, very loving. Despite his angst towards me, he often is playing with his little sister, helping her learn new words, showing her how to play with toys, chasing her into tickle fests on the carpet, and every so often, he magically will show her some super sweet affection--like holding her hand as she descends the stairs, helping her up when she's fallen, giving her a kiss on the head when she's gotten a boo-boo, and just saying "I missed you 'Micron'!" upon exiting preschool. It really swells this mama's heart. I realize all those painful moments are just caught between the great and precious ones.
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