When you find out you’re expecting, you delve into countless books, blogs, and seek advice from experienced parents. While none of us can ever truly be ready for the delicate human we bring home from the hospital, I thought I had adequately prepared myself. I knew breastfeeding would be a challenge, and that a quick game of “rock, paper, scissors” would often decide who would handle the next diaper disaster.
However, no one warned me about the trials of parenting a two-year-old—especially one who runs like a cheetah. It was around my son’s 18-month mark that I realized I might be nurturing a future Olympic sprinter. Suddenly, every outing required my vigilance regarding possible exits and small spaces he could dart through, all while keeping an eye on the distance from the entrance to the parking lot.
During his early running phase, I was heavily pregnant, making outings increasingly tricky since I couldn’t keep up with his boundless energy. It wasn’t that he was intentionally escaping; he was simply exploring the limits of parks and museums, slipping into areas that my growing belly wouldn’t allow me to follow.
Things escalated after the arrival of his baby brother. My son quickly learned that our bulky stroller restricted my ability to pursue him up steps. The real chaos began when he discovered the handicap buttons that automatically opened doors.
Oh, sweet child, are you bored at this museum or play area? Just hit that button while sprinting backwards, flashing that mischievous grin, and running straight towards the crowded parking lot. What a delightful experience! (Insert exasperated emoji here.)
Fast forward ten months, and my toddler still has the energy of the Energizer Bunny. He’s outgrown the phase of acting out due to the new baby’s arrival, yet he runs for no apparent reason—ironically chanting “walking feet, walking feet!” The most exhausting part is that despite my relentless chasing, I don’t seem to be getting any fitter. Why don’t I have those toned legs like Carrie Underwood from all this running? Or Michelle Obama’s arms from carrying him while he kicks and screams?
While I’m grateful for a son bursting with energy, capable of running two miles without looking back, I can’t help but feel utterly drained. For more insights on navigating life with a toddler, check out our other blogs, such as this one about home insemination.
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Summary
The journey of parenting a toddler who’s always on the move can be both exhilarating and exhausting. Despite preparation, the reality often comes as a surprise, especially when chasing after an energetic child. Resources are available for those considering family expansion through methods like home insemination.