The Terribly Terrific Twos by Mondays with Mac
It wasn’t a good day. Two O’clock in the afternoon and the 1.5 hours between that moment and my wife’s triumphant return from work felt like an eternity spreading out before me.
Before parenthood, I imagined that I’d never bemoan the “terrible twos.” After all, I had wanted this baby with every molecule of my being. I had hoped, and prayed, and dreamed, and by some miracle beyond my comprehension grew him into flesh and bones reality. I would never be one of those parents who complained. That would be like grumbling over the weight of my wallet when stuffed with too much money. No, I would experience the “terrific twos” and treasure each moment of perfection.
ABOUT KRISTIN: I am my wife’s wife and my son’s Mama. My story is just your typical Canadian girl meets, girl marries girl, girls want baby, girls meet gay NYC man on internet to have baby with, love at first email, gay fairytale for the digital age kinda story. I blog about my adoration of, and gratitude for, my young son as well as how my wife and I met and maintain a relationship with his father. I find joy in the simple pleasures of parenting while trying to be realistic about the trials and tribulations it entails.
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