We are definitely here again. We are here, with the testing and the challenging. With the adjusting, learning, transitioning. With the impatience, intolerance, and frustration. I miss the happy boy I used to know. I miss being able to see the light at the tunnel, because right now there is at the least a fog blocking it out.
It is worse this time than it was before. It is worse because he is being labeled, out loud (and incorrectly, may I add), and even by people that love him. It is worse because our frustrations, as parents, have gone a little bit deeper this time. As he ages, he is able to easier discern what buttons to push, what to do to throw us off, to surprise us at his seemingly limitless testing.
I do wonder if any of this has to do with his sister being mobile. I wonder if he's feeling as though nothing is 'his' anymore now that she is exploring. Although he has yet to ever act out in a way that had intent to hurt his sister in any way, I still wonder if maybe her changes and growth are affecting him.
Only time will tell.