Little Liam is in a mood. He doesn’t want to obey, he doesn’t want to submit and he certainly doesn’t want to show me his happy heart. He is however making me so proud right now, because he IS using his words. Those of you whom have encountered Liam in a fowl mood know this, that kid is LOUD, and he knows how to throw a good fit. Liam started his fit throwing stage at about 9 months, before he could walk. HE would bang his little head on the ground over and over in attempt to get his way. Not only was this ineffective at getting his way, he had a perpetual bruise on his forehead for months. It did however break my heart, but I decided long ago to be more strong-willed than he could ever be, for the stakes are too high to allow him to win. After the head-banging stage, which lasted well into his 2nd birthday, came the screaming and throwing himself around. Liam had some moves! His cries would echo through Wal-Mart like a roar. I’m surprised no one called DHS for fear of his life. It’s certainly by the grace of God that we have made it through this stage. I may be speaking prematurely to say we are out of the woods, but I can see daylight! There is hope!
He has become quite the proficient communicator. Trying desperately to win me over with his words, and pleas for agreement. Alas he looses the battle, but throws in a good fit for a last straw. The fit lands him some time to sit and gain self-control.
As he sits quietly, I can’t help but smile. What a long way we have come little Liam. Not to say that the battles are over, for Liam always seems to have some fight left in him, but thankfully so do I.
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