“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”
This year I am taking part in Living Arrows, a weekly photography project taking photos of my boys week on week, last week was all about getting back to routine. This week? Well this week has been tough.
We’ve seen the onset of those f*%&!g fours where my eldest has had some vile moments whilst at home with us. It seems that school gets the best of him and we are dealing with the fall out at times, after trying so hard all day he is physically and mentally exhausted. He has used up his quota of being good and is testing every single boundary that is put in front of him. I will say I haven’t reacted well, I’ve done the shouting, the exasperation and the woah-is-me attitude. What I am finding is that the calmer I am, the quicker he calms down. There is less of the shouting on both sides, fewer tears and a more positive attitude. As long as I remember to keep it up, which is difficult – after all I am the grown up he is the four year old. This week, to help a little, we’ve been heading out in the afternoons to blow off steam and run wild, free with abandon.
Now, it’s no secret that my littlest doesn’t sleep. He didn’t sleep well when he was a newborn, naturally. He still didn’t sleep when he was one. I was exhausted when 18 months came by and HE STILL DIDN’T SLEEP. Even now at 20 months old, he doesn’t sleep that well. I can go into him anywhere between 1 and 4 times a night, and we get up early. Earlier than we need to for our very early start at school. All in all, sleep is a luxury in our house.
BUT then naps happen when he looks like this.
All is forgiven.