Bipolar

If you are a parent, and especially a parent of more than one kid, you probably understand this.

At times, it feels like you have to be a little bipolar to do your job well.

My Light Giver is 3. And he tests everything. Repeatedly. My Warrior is 7 months and he is the happiest baby I’ve ever seen – even when he’s sick he’s smiling. Let’s set the scene. Light Giver does something he knows he’s not supposed to. He gets scolded for it. He does it again. He gets scolded. He does it again… He’s about to be beaten (Ok, not really). He gets sent to timeout or the toy he was abusing (usually throwing at me or at his younger brother) gets taken away.

Commence ridiculous crying and drama. Screaming. Tantrums.

Then I look to my 7month old in my arms. He’s just happy to be here. So Light Giver gets sent to his room with some stern talking to. Then I turn and smile at my Warrior and talk to him like nothing ever happened.

One moment gritting my teeth. The next smiling and making silly noises.

Bipolar.

The joys of being a parent. One moment angry the next silly happiness.

 

Here’s to you, bipolar parents. Keep going strong.