his mother called him "WILD THING!"...
-Quote from the children's book Where the Wild Things Are
|Trying to figure out how to reach the cord for his stereo|
It reminds me so much of the book, Where the Wild Things Are.
The thing is, mischief is a good thing. I keep reminding myself of this. Elijah is in another exploration mode, trying to figure out how things work, how his body moves, and even how we will react when we find him in mischief.
The other night, Elijah climbed into bed, stood up and starting jumping - all while looking in our direction to see what we would do.
Sitting with Andy on the couch after Elijah was in bed, I had an epiphany. "I feel like we're going through the terrible twos with Elijah," I said. The terrible twos at four, that is.
"I just hope we don't get stuck in this phase for a really long time," Andy said. We sat in silence, both realizing that this parenting journey hasn't always been easy. We experience the same things a lot of parents do, it's just that the phases often come later and often last longer. And, yes, that can be hard sometimes.
With that said, it is a blessing too. We rejoice, momentarily, in the mischief ("Wow, Elijah was able to see the cord to the stereo, wonder what would happen when he pulled it, and bring his boombox crashing to the ground!"), before we move forward with stopping the behavior.
So, yes, I'm going a little crazy as Elijah gets into seemingly constant mischief. And I continually rejoice over the fact that he is able to get into mischief at all. Sometimes the baby in the NICU flashes before my eyes and I remember where we've been.
Watching him climb on a chair to try and touch his boombox seems like a miracle. And, really, it is.
As is the boy we call our son.
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