Shan -- Hello and welcome to our not-so-little group! Sorry you may find common ground with us in your life. But know that there is comfort, support, idea-sharing, and even humor sprinkled in here liberally.
difficult child = Gift From God (for our troubled kids -- young adults in this forum).
easy child = Perfect Child (or less troubled kids....more mainstream)
husband/wife/DP = Dear Husband/Dear Wife/Dear Partner (haven't seen DP yet, but, hey, I'm an equal opportunity abbreviator!)
But I was always a bit politically correct
Well... those might be closer, but nothing so far comes anywhere close to describing any one of the difficult child people in my life... The easiest would be challenging, not sure what to call the rest of them.I also like Challenging Child or DWC (DIfferently Wired Child).
Jabberwocky, funny! "difficult child seems a bit too much like a forced, almost psychotic, smile"
I've never been able to think of my daughter as "difficult child". Hopefully someday.
One has her toddler who is sitting in the cart being relatively calm and Mom calls them "My Little Angel". Then you have the other Mom, who's child is screaming loud enough that people all over the store can hear. They are climbing all over the cart, pulling random items off the shelf if Mom forgets procedure and moves the cart from the center of the isle towards the shelves. She has a look on her face that's a combination of the expressions of a person who is waiting in their car for the cop to either arrest them or let them go because "Oh crap! Did I remember to pay all of those speeding tickets?!?!?!", of the person who finally got to go on their dream vacation to safari in Africa only to be standing on the open plains and nowhere near the dubious safety of the vehicle 20 feet away from a lion that seems to be trying to decide between apathy or "raiding the cupboard", and the person who has the maniacal grin of "Consequences be Damned!" as they march towards their bosses office in the determined gait of someone who's decided that "That Bastard wont push me around EVER again!" while feeling the reassuring weight of their pistol and extra clips in their coat pocket, and the Mom of the cart climbing future WWF ring announcer looks at her child and says "My Little Angel" while trying not to look or act too psychotic or infanticidal.