When Your Toddler Hits and Bites
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
So there he is, coming towards me, arms outstretched, reaching for me. My heart melts as he wraps them around my neck in a sweet embrace. But just as I whisper in his ear ‘I love you baby’, my head is suddenly jerked back and I feel a searing pain as a clump of hair is ripped from my head. Tears stream from my eyes and I stifle a cry as I see strands of my hair hanging from his fist.
‘WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT…’ I start to say, but can hardly keep a straight face as my one year old son crinkles up his face and says, ‘MOMMA!’
In spite of myself, I giggle and scoop him up in my arms and kiss him repeatedly on his soft, chubby cheeks. I just can’t get enough of my little man.
In response to my affection, Maksim snuggles his face into the crook of my neck and I feel my heart strings being pulled freshly taut. But just before the urge to devour him overtakes me, I feel four pointy little teeth sink into my neck.
I scream and hold my son at arms length. He is giving me a toothy grin. I check my neck for marks and am relieved that there is no blood.
I set my son on the floor and sit down to collect myself. I am beginning to catch on to this game that he is playing with me, but I am baffled at the contradiction of his love for me and his need to hurt me at the same time. I am not really sure what to do.
But what I’m sure I’m NOT going to do is put up with it.
Ever since I can rememeber, I told myself that I wouldn’t be one of those mothers who would think that just because my child is adorable that I would let him get away with everything.
I remember my mother telling me that when I was little, I was really cute, but I whined all the time. But being the baby of the family, she just let it go. Until oneday, one of her friends told her that no one thought I was cute anymore because my whining was so awful.
But now I see where she was coming from. It seems that with a third child, tolerance levels go up. Behaviour that should be modified, often goes unnoticed and unpunished. Unfortunately, I see my little boy and I fitting into this category more and more as the days go by.
So what to do?
Here I am, at this moment, sitting on the couch, watching my son. His pudgy little hand reaches out to touch my face and I am surprised when he gently caresses my cheek. I know he loves me…even as his gentle caress turns into a slap.
This time though, there will be no laughing. No, this time I will not be duped by his sparkling eyes, chubby cheeks and toothy grin. This time I won’t melt. And I will tell you why.
I want my son to be cute and loved by everyone, not just by me.
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