Single Mother And Son And Unconditional Love

I was having one of those days. You know, the day where the three-year-old back talk and temper tantrums were at a maximum and my patience and understanding were at a minimum. In fact, all of the coping mechanisms and effective discipline strategies and Psychological Counseling training went out of the window and I was thisclose to pulling my hair out.

There’s no easy way to put this – Aiden was driving me crazy. I was counting down the hours till bedtime. Literally. And I was counting down the days till I would be on a sunny beach in Miami, Florida with my gals. Literally. I needed a mommy break and I needed a vacation, like yesterday.

My trip to Miami was perfection, but as much as I enjoyed my time with the gals, I missed Aiden. A lot. And as lovely and wonderful as the trip was, I was happy to get back to New York City and get back to my son.

My pregnancy was a surprise – the shock of my life. Literally. And life as an unmarried pregnant girl was no crystal stair. When Aiden was born, it took me a while to bond with him and learn how to swim instead of sink as a young mother. There were a lot of trials, but just as many triumphs, and I could not feel more blessed to be called this kid’s mother.

Aiden’s only three-years-old, but he has such an old soul. Sometimes he’ll say something so profound and so wise beyond his years that it leaves me baffled. It’s unfathomable and I’m like, “Gosh damn, did my son just utter those words?!”

Nobody challenges me more than Aiden. Nobody pushes me to work smarter and harder and aim higher. And nobody annoys me more than the kid, either. Nobody pushes my hot buttons more than him. He’s the only one who makes me clench my jaw as I’m talking when I’m pushed pass my limit and just want him to “Get. Over. Here. Right. Now.” 

To read the rest of this post, head on over to The Young Mommy Life where I am pouring my feelings out about this amazing little dude in my life.