So a few months ago my son turned three, and I also had a new born. Life sucked and I cried a lot. My son seemed to wake up one day and all of a sudden he was punching kicking and screaming at me. Bemused and hurt I read a LOT of books, and a LOT if Reddit.Tonight I was able to put my five month old to bed, and then pretend to be a dog for a bit before putting my three year old in the bath and do his bed time routine. He has a Christmas carol coming up so we have been singing non stop Christmas songs. I sang him away in a manger, and he starts to drift off, then he wakes up and beams at me and says "I really love you mummy, I want a tight squeeze, and a kiss, and a normal huggle, and a Really Big Squeeze!" I did, then kissed him goodnight and walked away. He was asleep in minutes.It's taken months to get to that point. My heart just melted because we have turned such a corner with him, and just a few short months ago, I thought I was hopeless, and unfit, and now here I am, both kids happy and more importantly asleep.It gets better. Step by step, bit by bit. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/34MyTym
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