Mother Of Toddler Boy Deserves Compassion

Toddler boys can give panic attacks and cause a rift in the marriage!

Toddler boys are often looking for trouble. That’s why Dennis the Menace, Calvin and Hobbes, Pinocchio, and so many other stories exist.

I have a girl child, and she is very well-mannered. Bringing joy to the parents is important to her.

Then came the boy. Harassing parents seems to be his current life philosophy.

He has been eyeing my scissors for many days. Sometimes I keep them on the dining table as I cut paper pieces for my collage crafts. It’s a simple pleasure I allow myself, as I keep an eye on them. Changing diapers, resolving fights, feeding, shuffling their TV channels, cooking, cleaning — it’s all my chores. But in between, I work on the collage projects as a treat to myself.

Today alone, I had to retrieve the scissors from him several times. But then I got busy with washing utensils and making lunch.

He took the opportunity of my focus on the kitchen, and got into a mischief. Everything seemed calm. I thought both kids were enjoying the ‘Tom and Jerry’ show.

Only when he cried bitterly did I realize that he had gotten into some trouble.

The daughter told that he was holding the scissors. I rushed to him, to see his finger bleeding. It was rather deep, and it bled for minutes. I tried to clot the blood, but it was flowing. The white handkerchief was soaking. Could he have hemophilia? I don’t know, he’s a mere toddler. I used a cotton swab and a band-aid. He removed those. After about 30 minutes of sobbing and sending me through hell, his blood clotted.

There was blood stains on the carpet, floor, his shirt, and my face.

The morning had been going so well, I thought it would continue like that. Alas, it was just the lull before the storm.

This incident even caused vitriolic word exchanges between me and my spouse. He accused me of negligence.

I hated it. I found it unjust.

I even shed a few teardrops. I am more educated than him, but I take caretaker-nurturer duty for family harmony. Handling brats is not a skill I am naturally equipped with or trained on.

Ignorant are those who think childcare is easy. Mothers are at the frontline of accusations when things go wrong with the kids.

It’s such a frustrating job! On one hand, you feel like punishing the brat for putting you through trouble, but rather, you have to console him.

He is just 18 months old. The thought of the nuisances he is going to unleash in the coming days, makes me shiver.

Mothers of toddler boys need compassion, not criticism.

What do you think?