Patience is a virtue.

All my life my dad would say, "Patience is a virtue." Now this is a virtue I never acquired, so you can imagine how things are working out for me as my son gets ready to turn the infamous 2.

Now, I understand the basics of his ordeal. For 2 years we have waited on him hand and foot, feeding when hungry, changing when dirty, pushing him in his, "little thrown," letting everyone ohh and ahh over him. But now, he is being forced to listen, hold hands in the parking lot, being told his screams aren't cute, and worst of all... WE HAVE TAKEN HIS PACI.

While working my patience has been lower than ever, my hormones are through the roof and he his mastering the art of a temper tantrum. Today, after he threw his sippy cup OUT OF THE CAR, and I told him, "Ok, fine, no DVD because you threw." I warned my friend that he was fully capable of screaming and crying the whole way home. She said she didn't mind, but the thing is I DID. I know that I am not the only mother who has gone through this stage, and I have been praying each night and multiple times a day, to help me get through it and understand it. Hopefully he may crack this fast when he gets I don't want to hear it. But how do I get the communication to be consistent between Adam & I and then our parents. UGH... I'm beginning to think that's why it's so terrible, too many rules from too many people.

But I figure if I'm rocking his world so much already, why shouldn't I begin the potty training?