This Phase is Hard. Really Hard.


79I have a 21-month-old who is somewhere between the baby phase and toddlerhood, and there are moments I feel like ripping my hair out.

Yesterday was one of those days. He wanted to play on the counter. Then he didn’t want to play on the counter, and couldn’t I get him down RIGHT THIS MOMENT. He wanted cottage cheese as a snack, but what he really meant was that he wanted to throw cottage cheese around like confetti: on the wall, on the the picture frames, on the floor. I am so tired of cleaning up cottage cheese, I can’t even tell you. He wanted to go on a walk, but he wanted to wear his rain boots, and I didn’t put his socks on the right feet (eye roll). Then he decided he wanted to wear two pairs of socks, and he NEEDED to ride in his wagon…that he sat in for all of 10 seconds before abandoning it and sprinting off. He didn’t like dinner, and wouldn’t you guess it, he wanted cottage cheese. AGAIN. That veto resulted in a long winded temper tantrum. I’m still not sure if the temper tantrum or cleaning up cottage cheese is worse. My husband had an appointment that brought him home two hours late. I sent him an SOS text, but his phone was dead.

This phase is hard. Really hard.

101By the time he got home, I handed him our son, went to our room, and screamed into a pillow. And just for kicks and giggles, we decided to take our son to the pool for family swim night. Taking a 21-month-old swimming is not for the weak. It consists of a child running all over kingdom come and two anxious looking parents sprinting behind, trying to keep the lifeguards from kicking them out and their child from drowning.

Let me say it again, this phase is hard. Really hard.

But there are glimpses, little moments, that also make me feel that we’re going to come out the other side (hopefully sooner rather than later). I love seeing his little mind figure things out, like when he learned how to connect two train track pieces or the day he realized that if he puts all of his pots and pans on his train table and jumps up and down, it makes a really loud noise. I love hearing him “sing” along to songs in the car or how he assumes I want a kiss every time I tell him I love him.

It’s my favorite when he does something really silly and throws his head back and laughs and laughs. I love that he still needs me to protect him and hold him when he’s hurt. I love every single thing about him, but that doesn’t mean I’m not ready to make it into the next phase.

To all the well-meaning moms and grandmas who tell you to enjoy every moment, I want you to know I’m enjoying most moments, and I’m surviving through the rest. That’s what motherhood really is, isn’t it? It’s only when you’re out on the other side that you can honestly say you loved every moment because when you’re in the thick of it, some moments are too tough to enjoy, and I’m OK with that.


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Katie Q
Katie is a Butler University graduate, who was lucky enough to meet her husband the third day of college. After graduating as one of Butler’s top 10 women, she went on to do Teach for America; South Carolina. She was a second grade teacher in a school with a high Hispanic population and loved every second of it. Never intending to be a stay-at-home parent, she worked until the day before she gave birth, took one look into her son’s eyes, and decided she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom after all. After re-prioritizing upon the birth of their son, Katie and her husband decided to move back to Indianapolis to be closer to family. She recently graduated with her master’s degree in education. She loves to cook, celebrate holidays, watch movies, party plan, travel the world, take walks, and play with her Border Collie. You will likely find her seeking adventure, hunting for bargains, helping others get healthy through her passion as a health coach, or cuddling on the couch with her hubby, baby, and puppy. If you’re interested in reading more about her crazy adventures, check out her personal blog, A Quinning Love.