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When this mum came across an anonymously written poem about the terrible two’s she just knew she had to share it.

Blogger Mom Babble by Mary Katherine Backstrom was having a ‘terrible twos’ moment with her daughter, so she took a photo and sent it to her husband to show him how their daughter was giving mum a hard time.

The 33-year-old then stumbled onto the poem and shared the photo she’d taken of her toddler alongside the poem, written from the perspective of how a two-year-old might’ve be feeling during a similar moment.

“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.

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.
Later I wanted to play with blocks but was told “no, not like that, like this…”
I decided I didn’t want to play with blocks anymore. I wanted to play with a doll that someone else had, so I took it. I was told “No, don’t do that! You have to share.”
I’m not sure what I did, but it made me sad. So I cried. I wanted a hug but was told “No, you’re fine, go play”.
I’m being told it’s time to pick up. I know this because someone keeps saying, “Go pick up your toys.”
I am not sure what to do, I am waiting for someone to show me.

“What are you doing? Why are you just standing there? Pick up your toys, now!”
I was not allowed to dress myself or move my own body to get to where I needed to go, but now I am being asked to pick things up.
I’m not sure what to do. Is someone supposed to show me how to do this? Where do I start? Where do these things go? I am hearing a lot of words but I do not understand what is being asked of me. I am scared and do not move.
I lay down on the floor and cry.

When it was time to eat I wanted to get my own food but was told “no, you’re too little. Let me do it.”
This made me feel small. I tried to eat the food in front of me but I did not put it there and someone keeps saying “Here, try this, eat this…” and putting things in my face.

I didn’t want to eat anymore. This made me want to throw things and cry.

I can’t get down from the table because no one will let me…because I’m too small and I can’t. They keep saying I have to take a bite. This makes me cry more. I’m hungry and frustrated and sad. I’m tired and I need someone to hold me. I do not feel safe or in control. This makes me scared. I cry even more.

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”. I am expected to know what to say and how to act or handle my emotions. I am expected to sit still or know that if I throw something it might break….But, I do NOT know these things.

I am not allowed to practice my skills of walking, pushing, pulling, zipping, buttoning, pouring, serving, climbing, running, throwing or doing things that I know I can do. Things that interest me and make me curious, these are the things I am NOT allowed to do.

I am 2. I am not terrible…I am frustrated. I am nervous, stressed out, overwhelmed, and confused. I need a hug.
-Author unknown

Her post went viral and has been shared over 206,000 times.

She told Mamamia, “When I read it, I instantly remembered the pictures I’d taken [that day at the chicken shop]. Now I know she wasn’t giving me a hard time, she was simply having a hard time.

“I hope I’ll never forget that lesson.”

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  • Love this poem ! It really shows how confusing this stage can be through the eyes of the toddler.

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  • I had no issues at all with age 2. It was age 3 he turned into a monster.

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  • Lucky as we grow up we don’t remember what it felt like to be two.

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  • It can be very frustrating for a child, I agree. And most of the time all they want is a hug and some time and freedom to do things the way they want to.

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  • My grandson is about to turn 2 and he can be a handful. My son skipped them but my daughter…..oh my lord!!!!

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