Before I had my son, I never truly understood the meaning of a wild child..
Now that I am a parent of a wild child, I get it.
Some of the things no one told me about this wild ride with my wild child:
• Just how guilty you feel at the end of the day when you’re looking at your child peacefully resting. The feeling of being too hard on them, being too overwhelmed, being upset with them when they’re simply being themselves. That guilty feeling is something indescribable.
• How chaotic every single day is. Not a day goes by that there isn’t tears, laughter, running, dancing, jumping, climbing, screeching, and yelling in my household.
• How absolutely exhausting it is parenting a child that acts like they’re feral!
• How rewarding every single day is. How much joy I feel knowing that my child is truly enjoying his time. That he is being himself. That he is completely comfortable being who he is & he feels as if he can be himself.
• How kind & helpful your wild child is. My boy, y’all. He vacuums, sweeps, helps take care of his sister, wipes things down, gives me endless hugs & kisses, and tells his sister & I that we are beautiful.🥹
If you’re the parent of a wild child- YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Those days feel so long, but they’re so dang short. The time goes by so fast. And your wild child has a wild heart & a sweet soul- they will need BOTH down the road. As hard as it is sometimes, let them be wild. Let them explore dangerous things *SAFELY*. Soak up the moments of the chaos- soon it will be so quiet & you’ll miss all the ruckus.
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