If you google quotes about change, the internet will lovingly provide a long list of platitudes about how life is what happens while you’re making plans, how change is the universal constant, and how we’re never given more to handle than our higher power thinks we can do. I could go on, but it’s all out there, and regurgitating it all for this post isn’t going to get me anywhere close to an original thought. What has got me thinking today is that there’s no room for being complacent when your world is shifting around you.
I could rattle off the long list of things that are changing in my life right now, but it might be easier to list the things that aren’t. That list is shorter, but I honestly like it less. As terrifying as some of the upcoming changes are going to be, there’s a few that I’m trying to be very excited about. One slightly unexpected thing in particular is my son’s recent transition into the “why” stage of life.
As exasperating as it is to have to now configure explanations for our 3 1/2 year old’s never-ending dialog, there is something really awesome about a little guy who’s not taking everything we say at face value. To be asked why means that I have to take a minute and make sure I’m actually making the right call. It forces me to consider my stance on whatever it is I’m putting my foot down. Most of the time, I’m solid on whatever I’m saying no about, but admittedly, there’s a few when I’ve taken a step back and conceded to the question and redirected myself.
The other cool part about his “why” phase, is that he’s learning to stand up for himself. This is a kid who’s not a pushover, given his size over his peers, it’s never been an issue. But, I’d like to think that reaching the age where he can question me, and the world around him, is a confidence builder that will help him seek out solutions to problems that he’d previously just pitch a fit over. (Speaking of fits, those have NOT diminished yet, still waiting on that shoe to drop any day now.)
The downside to all this new development is that he needs that much more attention. At a time when time is valuable and patience is thin, I feel terrible that we’ve been too easy to snap on him. This morning, my husband described him as high maintenance. I will concede this too. He is a lot to handle. But there’s a lot of good in being this way. I imagine this phase will pass too, and soon enough he’ll be in that moody teenage phase where we can’t get a word out of him. I’d rather an inquisitive chatterbox over that any day.