We had a difficult Fall if you remember me writing about it. I didn’t recognize my kid much. He was aggressive at school, weepy at home and generally just out of sorts.
Since then, I’ve moved him to a younger before and after school program and spent December solely focused on him. He’s also about 5 months older. Which, when you’re only in your sixth year, is substantial.
And lately, I’ve felt a bit like Maria Von Trapp…
The kid is back and frankly, better than ever. I have a feeling that the ‘effing fours’ and ‘satanic sixes’ are coasting into ‘seven heaven’.
Here’s where I’ve grown to in the last two months. I actually really like my kid. I’ve always loved him. Even in the darkest periods of my post-partum I loved him. But I’m at a place now, I realized this on vacation, where I actually really love hanging out with him. He’s funny and smart. He makes me think about things in very different ways. He isn’t so demanding of things and attention. He’s relatively chill. And man can that kid wrestle.
When we got back from our time together in Jamaica, I wanted to drop him off somewhere and take an other vacation to recover from the one we just had. This time? I felt rested and happy. His teacher remarked that he was really relaxed after our trip. That was the best thing she could have said to me. This past weekend we spent two solid days indoors. Doing nothing but hanging out. The thought of this last year would have sent me into hives. This weekend? I missed it on Tuesday!
Here’s what I’ve learned. Loving someone is awesome – but really liking them is infinitely better.