By Roselyn Borg
I must admit I was not looking forward to my son, Edward, turning 2. I have heard so much about the infamous ‘terrible two’s’. I pictured myself in a supermarket, dragging him along from the cheese counter to the cash point, plus so many other ‘tantrum’ scenarios. I was so caught up with the negative reputation that this age has, that I did not think it could also have beautiful, adorable moments.
I am one of those mums (I guess like many mums), who worries about every milestone. My son has not been very vocal until lately and have been worried sick about this, convinced he was not going to talk.
Until, just a few weeks ago, when he started to say more and more, and everyday he seems to come up with new words that make me wonder where he learnt them from.
So I am starting to feel the ‘terrible twos’ are actually not so bad after all. Seeing him grow, develop and explore the world is so exhilarating. I am in awe of every word he says and feel stupidly happy that we can now communicate.
Nothing beats the moments when he catches us off guard and comes up with something new; Recently he blurted out a very serious ‘ohhhh dear!’ which cracked me up, and the other day he caressed his dad and uttered ‘niiiiccceee’ (so cute).
Of course his stubbornness is still ever-so-present. A ‘NO’, is a ‘NO’ and the little man knows exactly what he wants, however, witnessing his little character develop in front of my eyes really does make the tough moments worthwhile.
