Alden is four, with a vengeance. Daily parenting struggles.
I miss him terribly when I’m at work and within five minutes of getting out the door at school and into the car we’re grumping at each other. The grocery store is a mine field. I have to explain why we don’t do things his friends’ families do. Or why we do do things they don’t.
I guess I had gotten complacent, gotten used to my sturdy, eager-to-please three-year-old son who took two-hour naps and would rather be with me than anyone else.
That guy isn’t really gone… but he has definitely gone underground.
This new guy is tired a lot, because naps are a thing of the past. He is high on friendships that exist in a strange universe of ninjas, beaver battles, misinformation about Star Wars, and comparisons of lunch box contents. He is discovering that there are things HE knows that I …