Where Did My Baby Go?

A few months ago I thought 18 months was the perfect age for a child. My son was blossoming from a helpless baby into an increasingly independent child. He was beginning to love the world and all it has to offer. Whether we spent the day climbing in the park, strolling in the city or checking out a museum, my son was happy.

“This is the golden age of baby/toddler-hood,” I thought.

But then my son started to change.

His easy-going demeanor became downright mean. He started to bite, kick and scream when he didn’t get his way. He became the lil’ dictator of the house; 30 inches and 26 pounds of fury and want.

Now, I’m not saying my son is a monster. Nope. He’s a toddler, in the purest sense of the word.

Parents, I’m sure you’ve all been there—the moment your baby disappeared. I mean, my child is still here, but he’s no longer an infant. And with this blossoming toddler comes a whole new set of rules to learn. Just when I had the whole baby thing figured out, I need to read up on how to handle tantrums, discipline and how to avoid being bit and hit.

Do you have any advice you’d like to share about raising toddlers? Or would you like to share your feelings and experiences about watching your child transform from babyhood?

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About Sarah Valek

Sarah Valek is a freelance writer based in Cleveland, Ohio. She has written numerous articles on alternative parenting and the challenges of raising a vegan child in a meat-eating world. Sarah holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in writing and art from Ithaca College. She spends her days drinking soy lattes and taking her son bird-watching.