Sam and I had a very, very tough year during his three's. That's saying it lightly. There were days that I really did not know what to do with him and he probably didn't know what to do with me. I've never been a yeller, and I'm sad to say that I yelled more than I have in my whole life last year. I think that I read every single discipline book over the year and something would work for a few weeks and then it would fizzle out. And, I was worn out. I really thought that the Lord had given me an impossible child.
Then, he turned four. And I started seeing some fruit from all of those discipline books.
It didn't happen over night, but Sam is really starting to turn into a very sweet child. He is still strong-willed and will still try to argue me till I'm in a million pieces, but he will actually admit when he's wrong now. (!) He says the sweetest things and he actually shares with his brother without me threatening to take the toy away if he doesn't share. He doesn't stomp away when I tell him he is wrong. He is really becoming a delightful person to be around! We still have our days, but they are much fewer and much farther between. I'm so thankful.
So, Mom, you were right...not that I ever doubted you, I just didn't know how true it was. Thanks for telling me over and over and always encouraging me through that tough year. There is no doubt in my mind that there will be other really hard years ahead (and days, and weeks), but for now, I'm going to enjoy this very sweet stage that my Sam is in.