Monday, June 25, 2012

Mommy Mondays: Of Parenthood and Ducks

A long time ago, during a brief three-month period wherein I moved to a tiny town outside of Philadelphia to live in solidarity with Sarah while she experienced the internship from hell, Sarah and I came across a little picture frame that said, "Parenthood is like being pecked to death by a duck."

This struck us as extremely amusing, so we purchased it and stuck in a photo of Sarah in a duck pose next to a wooden duck. Then we gave it to our dad for Father's Day. It's in his office somewhere, I believe, amongst all the completely random items we've chosen for him over the years (he is incredibly difficult to buy for, even though he won't admit it).

Over the weekend, I thought a lot about that picture frame. You see, Jack, who has recently been an absolute angel (aside from the occasional smack across the face or tantrum), is now getting his two-year-old molars. That's right, just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water, a very plump, very angry duck surfaced, and he is in a pecking mood.

Black Duck: "What happened to my sweet boy?" "He's gone!"
Teething is one of those difficult things that you can't really see or know for sure is happening (there's one molar breaking through, but I fear it's what we can't see that hurts more than anything). Jack has a low-grade fever and a slightly runny nose, but other than that, he looks just fine. If it weren't for the middle of the night tears and unprovoked attacks on both his parents, I wouldn't even know there was anything wrong.

And try as I might to be patient, there's only so much pecking a person can take. He wants the frozen yogurt...he doesn't want the frozen yogurt. He wants to watch the sibling episode of Sesame Street...he wants to watch the binky episode of Sesame Street. Indecisiveness is one thing. Fits of uncontrollable rage are another. "It's his teeth," I tell John when Jack upends his high chair tray and the remains of his dinner along with it. John is not convinced. I believe he used the word "malicious." "Two year olds can't be malicious," I insist.

But sometimes, I wonder...

5 comments:

Deirdra A. Eden said...

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Emily R. King said...

That saying is so funny. I do agree, that although our children are adorable like a duckling, they try our patience. That's the being pecked to death part, at least in my house. :)

Mara Rae said...

Deirdra - Thank you SO much for my award! I really needed a pick-me-up today and this was perfect :) I have followed your site!

Emily - Absolutely! They ARE adorable, and they are certainly a true test of our patience ;)

Sarah said...

Haha loved this post - TOTALLY forgot about that frame and picture. And I love the Black Duck - "He's gone!" Love you!

Mara Rae said...

How could you forget about the frame?! For shame. :)