Lately, my son has been throwing huge tantrums. Bigger than any I have ever seen and I have tried everything. When I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. Time outs, taking toys away, being put in another room, holding him tightly so he doesn't hurt himself or anyone else, talking to him, etc. These tantrums try my patience. His sister never threw these kinds of fits. She tried once, then I ignored her and she didn't try it again. Colevin, he's a whole other story. He is a tank, he is huge and he uses his strength and body weight to throw himself into walls, into me, into his sister. He will scream for HOURS, literally HOURS without a care in the world. I've gotten to the point where I just have to ignore him and listen until I get a headache and eventually, he calms down and wants to be a good boy.
He isn't always a little terror, in fact most of the time he is the sweetest little boy you'll ever meet. He loves hugging his sister and all the little girls at daycare. In fact, he seems to have quite a following amongst the daycare girls. He definitely has a way with the ladies. I think it is because he understands us so well. He has painted his nails, watched mommy put on makeup and asked for his own, worn his sister's dress shoes, and played with baby dolls. I believe he does this so he can understand a woman's suffering and be sympathetic to our causes. Or he's just super feminine and either way, I love him to pieces.
One of my favorite things about my son, other than his amazing curls, is that he compliments me more than any other man ever has. He tells everyone and anyone that his mama is a "hot mama". Then he proceeds to describe himself as "hot Colevin". He also runs his hands through my hair and tells me I'm pretty as I'm getting ready in the morning. I don't have to look far for a compliment when I'm feeling down. All I have to do is be around him and he will inevitably say something positive about me. Isn't that what boys are for?
If I ever need cheering up or I'm feeling like I need some love, I say, Colevin, can I have a kiss? He runs up to me, arms open wide and he gives me a breath stealing hug. Then, his tiny hands grab the sides of my face and pull my lips toward his. Most of the time, I get a "tiny kiss", which is just a peck to say, I love you mom. But sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get a "BIG kiss". These kisses last anywhere from 10 seconds to a minute and have a grand finale of pulling away and yelling "MUAH!". These are what make it all worth it. Every hair pulling tantrum, every fight with his sister, every defense of his masculinity, every day. When I get these "BIG kisses", oh boy, I know I did something right.
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