Things have been kind of rough with my 5-year-old son Declan lately. He has done a lot of growing up this summer, which has been both good and bad. He’s always been a very sensitive, thoughtful child – so to see a wild streak finally emerge is disconcerting. Who is this child leaping off the couch? Who is this child throwing a punch at my husband? Who is this child willfully sticking his chin out at me and stubbornly stomping around the house!?!?
But at the same time – seeing him stand up for himself also brings a level of satisfaction, a level of relief! It shows me he is *not* so defenseless out there in the big, bad world. Even though he is pushing back against ME, and it is driving me CRAZY.
Where is that sweet, sensitive soul? I know he still there. He is just coming into himself too. Which is ALSO pretty awesome to watch.