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My Toddler Hates Me

My husband and I recently entered the toddler stage with our son. It’s the phase of life where you actually start parenting. Gone are the days of just keeping them alive – you must now help them learn how to be productive members of society.

Toddlerhood has so many cool developments to witness: independence, communication, mobility, and curiosity. And with all those exciting things also emerges their unique personality traits, unreasonable “logic,” opinions, and the impressive ability to throw a fit about any and everything. Tell me, is it possible to be a professional tantrum-thrower? Seriously, is it? Because one moment I will find myself staring at the cutest little human I’ve ever seen, and the next moment, I see a gremlin {that resembles my child} throwing a fit because of the pair of shoes I suggested he wear.

The mood swings are frequent, intense, and unpredictable. Which is why there are days when I truly question if he hates me. {Okay, hate is a strong word, but days I question if he even remotely likes me.} Now I know, “It’s just a phase … He’ll grow out of it … You’re his mommy, so of course he loves you.” But seriously, there are harder days than others when this question pops into my head. You would think the facts that I had gestational diabetes which deprived me of all delicious pregnancy food, had to give myself insulin shots, AND had a c-section would be enough to make him appreciate me every second. You feel me? But no, in toddlerland there is no guarantee of days filled with logic, appreciation, ration, rainbows, unicorns, or fairy dust Skittles. {I don’t know what those kind of Skittles are, but I bet they would be delicious and pretty.}

So yes, there are some days I think my toddler hates me…

  • The days that you are on the receiving end of their signature “stink face.” You know the one, where their face contorts in sheer annoyance and irritation just before letting out that shrilly whine to let you know just how displeased you have caused them to be.
  • The days that you enter the daycare classroom filled with anticipation to see your little one after a long day of work, and you squat down and wait open-armed for him to run over and give you a big hug … all to find that he has decided his daycare teacher needs another hug and you don’t need any. So there you are squatting on the ground empty-armed and mouth-gaping as your toddler decides he’s not going to hug you. If you’ve never been dissed by a toddler, buckle up; it’s amazing how someone so tiny can make you feel so stupid.
  • The days when the answer to any of your questions, suggestions, directions, instructions, or any group of words directed towards your toddler is “No.” It’s the first word our son learned, and it was cute at first, but now….. Meh.
  • The days where you find out that not only has your toddler gone another day without saying “Momma,” but that he said the daycare security guard’s name. On that particular day, his daycare teacher excitedly proclaimed, “Oh, you should’ve seen him say it! It was so cute how he pointed and said ‘Kevin.’” Yea, super cute. Momma doesn’t want or need recognition or anything. Hey kid, wasn’t it the daycare security guard who slept upright in a chair with you last night because you didn’t feel good? Oh that’s right, it wasn’t. It was the lady you see every day who you refuse to verbally identify!
  • The days where the whining is non-stop and you think surely your toddler is a part of some sort of mom-mental-torture club. A club that slowly breaks down a mom’s will, patience, and mental well-being, one high shrieking whine at a time. {Insert all the eye-roll emojis.}
  • The days when you become a human punching bag. While this isn’t an everyday occurrence, our son is still learning that hitting and biting are not appropriate ways to communicate {no judgement, please}. After daycare hours can be tricky in our household. If the cranky factor is at a dangerous level, then that usually means mommy punching bag needs to be more alert. No one likes to be hit, but getting slapped/bit all while maintaining a level of patience and composure is only an art that parents can strive to perfect. At a public holiday event, he slapped me right in the face – which is another example of how a small person can make you feel real stupid.
  • The days that the sight of you escalates the current situation to DEFCON 4 level meltdown. There have actually been times that my efforts to comfort my son during a meltdown caused him to take the hysteria to a different level. Kudos to you, kid. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more disliked than in that moment – the moment that my mere presence made everything worse.

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But there are also many days when my toddler doesn’t make me question if he even remotely likes me. In fact, his actions make my heart swell and give me all the love feels.

  • The days that he finds his favorite book and asks {in his own language} to come up on the couch and sit in my lap to be read to.
  • The days that I walk into daycare and he drops his toys and runs over to me with open arms and a look of excitement that makes the 9-hour work day forgettable. Those are the days he quickly starts telling everyone “Bye-Bye,” grabs my hand, and gives the old peace out to aforementioned daycare teacher – ha, no extra hugs for you this evening, teacher-lady!
  • The days that I go to comfort him when he is upset, and he lays his head on my shoulder. I’m sure the old head on the shoulder move has been melting mom hearts for all of eternity. And is it just me, or are their heads perfectly shaped to fit in the crook of our necks?
  • The days when he insists on giving me a hug, pulling back to look into my eyes, cupping my face, and laying a big, fat kiss right on my lips. I don’t think words can accurately describe the feeling you have when your toddler intentionally shows affection. It’s like all those months of give, give, give are repaid in that one simple act.
  • The days that you hold hands as a family, bless your dinner, and you hear a little toddler voice say, “Amen” at the end with you. That boy may still be learning how to say “Momma,” but he sure seems to be picking up on who we thank for all our blessings {the Big Guy upstairs}, and that makes a mom heart swell.
  • The days we read our night time books, complete with animal noises, and he remembers that a goodnight kiss is the last step of our goodnight routine.

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So yes, if I am being honest, there are days I feel like he hates me. But there are many more days where I feel and know I am loved by him. I have a feeling this is only the beginning of the emotional rollercoaster you ride as a mom as your child becomes their own person. Maybe this is why people have baby books – to write down all the cute things to reference when they feel like their kids don’t like them. But I can’t be too sure because I don’t have a baby book for my kid … but that’s another post for another time.

Until then, let’s commiserate together. What about you? Which days does your toddler hate you?

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2 Responses to My Toddler Hates Me

  1. S. K. Mecredy January 26, 2017 at 11:13 am #

    Thank you so much. My son was also born in May 2015 and it is so nice to know that we are not alone!

    • Jaclyn
      Jaclyn January 30, 2017 at 5:40 pm #

      We May moms have to stick together 🙂

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