Some days, I feel that Angus is (almost) four going on almost fourteen. I appreciate there is a great deal going on in his beautifully enquiring mind at this age. Not to mention discovering a greater awareness of his own physicality. Understanding how it all goes together must be challenging for him. I try to be empathetic and patient and 'pick my battles' as it were. However, of late I am finding it increasingly difficult to bite my tongue. And I definitely don't enjoy being this way. At all. It's tiring and stressful and a bit soul destroying. Because I love this little man more than words can say.
There are times when I'm blown away by the firm grasp he has of the world around him and other times, I'm staggered at how irrational his behaviour can be. He can turn on a dime. Stubborn, bossy and excruciatingly self righteous. He grumbles and complains, always in a whiny, drawn out, high pitched, nasal tone. A regular Mr Attitude, about everything and with everyone.
BUT, when Mr Attitude takes time out from such high intensity behaviour, I'm left with a kind, warm, caring, inquisitive, gentle, witty, polite and loving form of an (almost) four year old. THE best one I could wish for. And I guess at the end of the day, this phase he is going through is a learning curve for all of us. We'll get there yet.