The transition from baby to toddler is a lot bigger than I thought it would be… I’m not really sure what I was expecting, although I can tell you that I didn’t think Lawson becoming a toddler would change much about my day-to-day life at all.
Oh the naivety…
The week in which Lawson took his first steps was one of the most magical weeks of my life. I was glowing with pride, eyes welling up with happy tears thinking ‘how did I birth this amazing creature?’ And then it hit me like a bus. I find myself, yet again, feeling totally unqualified and overwhelmingly clueless about how to deal with a toddler.
Here’s a little snapshot insight into what we’ve encountered over the past few weeks:
Intentional head banging
Epic drops to the floor mid-meltdown
Yet more teething
Did I mention teething?
Of course there are some wonderful elements to mothering a toddler, like their cheeky little personalities coming through, their belly laughs and their speech developing at the speed of light, but boy is it exhausting!
It’s a different type of exhaustion to those newborn days too. It’s exhaustion from constantly running after your child who is adamant that he can and will conquer the stairs. It’s exhaustion from always having to think on your feet of the nearest thing to distract your child with. It’s exhaustion from having to figure out why they have thrown themselves on the floor screaming like the world is ending. Mentally and physically, I am KNACKERED.
Saying all of this, I think this is my favourite age so far. Lawson is 14 months old, and I feel like he’s becoming a proper human now. Our relationship is changing daily, we are becoming closer and closer the more he understands. It really is beautiful enough that it makes you forget about the time he threw all of his maple syrup saturated pancake on the kitchen floor making it all sticky so you had to clean it for the 37th time that day.
I feel like a real mum now. I know that sounds weird to say. But I feel like this is where I get to really shape and influence my growing boy to be the best he can be. It’s hard, and we are literally winging it on a daily basis. I still have no idea what I’m doing, but we are slowly but surely finding what works together.
When your baby starts walking, it’s a HUGE transition. And I think my only piece of advice would be to go at your own pace. Don’t feel like you HAVE to take them out on big walks all the time now that they’re up and about. You don’t! We haven’t! I’ve started small, like letting him wander around the library to look at the books. Because that’s all I have felt comfortable with so far. Go at your own pace, and don’t care about what anyone else thinks.
Oh, and be prepared for the battle getting your toddler back in the pram. You’re welcome.