The Worst Mother Ever?

I often wonder if others see me as the worst mother ever. My son is such a handful. He cusses like a sailor, throws toys, yells, screams and throws temper tantrums. I know people probably think that he must come from a very dysfunctional family, but that is not the case. We are normal people that run a very normal household. But....nowadays, what is normal? If normal consists of family dinners together, movie night, story times, and play dates, then we're pretty normal.
He is three. I can tell you from experience that three is much worse than two. Why do they call it "terrible two's"? I have no clue. It should be called "tumultuous three's".
Sometimes I feel like I want to run away to Italy and never return. Maybe change my name to Roma and fit right in with the rest of the local villagers. However, my heart won't allow me to leave my little man.
I truly feel that God made him so cute just to make me feel bad each and every time he is disciplined. He'll do something naughty and then look up at me with those big green eyes, and I melt. He's a modern day James Dean...gorgeous yet dangerous.
I'm praying that four is a much better year. By then, I may have a nervous twitch and a bald spot but hey, I'm a positive thinker.