Since my son was born my mother-in-law has peppered her motherly advice with “This is just a phase and will pass soon.” Sometimes I bristle to this because I want to snap back and say “I know but I’m in the thick of things and I wanna pull my hair out. Or drop-kick someone, everyone.” Other times, it is the quiet and thankfully calming reminder that just like he grew past the stage of wobbling when he stood that made my heart and breath wedge together somewhere near my larynx, he will grow past the stage of biting for the joy of sinking his teeth into stuff when frustration. Lately, her mantra makes me a little misty-eyed with the reminder that my baby is growing and becoming an independent little man.
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