What a difference a day made
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
Lately it seems that my life could be set to music!
Is it possible for a kid to grow up over night? Not completely grow up, but to at least become more grown up? What a difference a day (or maybe it's been a couple) makes! Last week Liam was driving Hilary and I crazy. The tantrums, the stubbornness, the refusal to participate in the simplest of task, the sulkiness, the grumpiness, the anger... well I could go on but I'll have to break out the thesaurus. I think you get the idea!
Yesterday Hilary and I realized that we had had a great day. And when we stopped and thought about it some more, we realized that the day before had been great too! No tantrums, no outbursts, nothing but a polite and pleasant little boy. He picked things up without being told, he didn't interrupt people who were talking, he came to the table when he was called the first time. We had great conversations, nice cuddles, we read books and played games.
Nothing has changed that could have effected this... he's still getting the same amount of sleep, eating the same things, getting the same amount of exercise. We haven't been traveling over the holidays or had visitors in. And honestly if we look back, the nasty behaviour was happening long before the Christmas break. So we are chalking it up to Liam maturing and growing up! Maybe the 6 year old testing stage is over.
Stop laughing, a mother can hope can't she?