Mary Katherine Backstrom was having a ‘terrible twos’ moment with her daughter Holland at a chicken shop. So she took a photo of her two-year-old red in the face from crying and sent it to her husband to show him how their daughter was giving mum a hard time.
Later, she came across an anonymously written poem in a mums’ group that struck her in such a profound way, she had to share it.
The 33-year-old from Florida shared the photo she’d taken of Holland that day with the poem, written from the perspective of how a two-year-old like her daughter might’ve be feeling during a moment like that.
“I am 2. I am not terrible…I am frustrated. I am nervous, stressed out, overwhelmed, and confused. I need a hug,” the poem began.
You can read the full poem in the Facebook post below.
“Today I woke up and wanted to get dressed by myself but was told “No, we don’t have time, let me do it.” This made me sad. I wanted to feed myself for breakfast but was told, “No, you’re too messy, let me do it for you.” This made me feel frustrated.
“I wanted to walk to the car and get in on my own but was told, “No, we need to get going, we don’t have time. Let me do it.” This made me cry. I wanted to get out of the car on my own but was told “No, we don’t have time, let me do it.” This made me want to run away.”
The poem went on to show a different side to those difficult tantrums parents deal with in supermarkets or in the line at the post office that often end in sympathetic stares or leaving your shopping trolley half full.
“I am 2. No one will let me dress myself, no one will let me move my own body where it needs to go, no one will let me attend to my own needs. However, I am expected to know how to share, “listen”, or “wait a minute”,” it continued.