For Parents with “Littles”

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A friend with 2 babes under age 2 posted the below the other day and I immediately remembered those days! It also still applies to our older babes, itā€™s just different triggers. For younger elementary kids itā€™s learning rules, starting real curriculum, being around so many new people, longer days etc. For my mini whoā€™s adjusting to high school and adding HS sports to club soccer, itā€™s going to school the full day, sometimes x2 practices and then homework until 10:30-11pm. Big hugs!

 

“From the diary of a 2-year-old:

Today I woke up and wanted to get dressed by myself but was told ā€œNo, we donā€™t have time, let me do it.ā€

This made me sad.

I wanted to feed myself for breakfast but was told,
ā€œNo, youā€™re too messy, let me do it for you.ā€

This made me feel frustrated.

I wanted to walk to the car and get in on my own but was told, ā€œNo, we need to get going, we donā€™t have time. Let me do it.ā€

This made me cry.

I wanted to get out of the car on my own but was told ā€œNo, we donā€™t have time, let me do it.ā€

This made me want to run away.

Later I wanted to play with blocks but was told ā€œno, not like that, like thisā€¦ā€

I decided I didnā€™t want to play with blocks anymore. I wanted to play with a doll that someone else had, so I took it. I was told ā€œNo, donā€™t do that! You have to share.ā€

Iā€™m not sure what I did, but it made me sad. So I cried. I wanted a hug but was told ā€œNo, youā€™re fine, go playā€.

Iā€™m being told itā€™s time to pick up. I know this because someone keeps saying, ā€œGo pick up your toys.ā€

I am not sure what to do, I am waiting for someone to show me.

ā€œWhat are you doing? Why are you just standing there? Pick up your toys, now!ā€

I was not allowed to dress myself or move my own body to get to where I needed to go, but now I am being asked to pick things up.

Iā€™m not sure what to do. Is someone supposed to show me how to do this? Where do I start? Where do these things go? I am hearing a lot of words but I do not understand what is being asked of me. I am scared and do not move.

I lay down on the floor and cry.

When it was time to eat I wanted to get my own food but was told ā€œno, youā€™re too little. Let me do it.ā€

This made me feel small. I tried to eat the food in front of me but I did not put it there and someone keeps saying ā€œHere, try this, eat thisā€¦ā€ and putting things in my face.

I didnā€™t want to eat anymore. This made me want to throw things and cry.

I canā€™t get down from the table because no one will let meā€¦because Iā€™m too small and I canā€™t. They keep saying I have to take a bite. This makes me cry more. Iā€™m hungry and frustrated and sad. Iā€™m tired and I need someone to hold me. I do not feel safe or in control. This makes me scared. I cry even more.

I am 2. No one will let me dress myself, no one will let me move my own body where it needs to go, no one will let me attend to my own needs.

However, I am expected to know how to share, ā€œlistenā€, or ā€œwait a minuteā€. I am expected to know what to say and how to act or handle my emotions. I am expected to sit still or know that if I throw something it might breakā€¦.But, I do NOT know these things.

I am not allowed to practice my skills of walking, pushing, pulling, zipping, buttoning, pouring, serving, climbing, running, throwing or doing things that I know I can do. Things that interest me and make me curious, these are the things I am NOT allowed to do.

I am 2. I am not terribleā€¦I am frustrated. I am nervous, stressed out, overwhelmed, and confused. I need a hug.”

Author: Dejah Roman