Tantrum City!
I'd always sorta secretly hoped that through my sure-to-be-genius parenting, I would escape the screamy stalemates of tantrums.
Pssssh.
So foolish, I was....
O is a sweet boy. But he is curious and stubborn and determined and smart.
He has got THINGS to DO.
Do not get in his way...
Do not thwart is path....
It will end badly.
Tears and arching and screams. Bloodcurdling screams. ::Shiver::
I try to always be calm. To explain the whys.
To acknowledge that he is upset and frustrated.
And that THAT sucks...
BUT, Mommy and Daddy make the rules.
And sometimes the things he wants are off-limits (mostly because of safety/nutrition)...
It should totally be a peaceful exchange. Duh.
Except you cannot reason with a toddler.
He does not give two shits about safety or nutrition.
He has a world to explore and put in his mouth.
I am stagnating his journey of self-discovery.
And that, friends?
Is totally harshing his mellow.
Yesterday I was really stressed about this tantruming situation.
What if this becomes a habit?
What if he develops a behavioral issue?
Am I not doing enough as his Mama?
Am I too soft?
Am I too hard?
Is he going to end up on America's Most Wanted?
[They'll interview me about his victims as they flash all the pictures of his sweet little baby face....I can see it now.......Ahem.]
Perhaps, I spiraled a bit?
Anyway, later that evening after O went to bed my husband and I were talking about something and he brought up an issue that was absolutely going to fucking leadboot my plans....
I.was.LIVID.
I'm just trying to accomplish this simple g-ddamned thing and I'm being stopped at every turn!
WHYTHEFUCKCAN'TIJUSTDOTHISONETHING???
Frustrated, I commenced in raging to (not at) the husband about the injustice of it all and slamming shit around my desk...
After he fled, under the guise of cooking dinner, I raged on in my head and slammed some more shit....
Then the lightbulb went off:
Fuck.
The apple doesn't scream too loud from the tree....
O is totally his mother.
Including her temper.
He gets frustrated because he is constantly getting stopped from doing what he sees as necessary, AND he can't express himself on the issue-- other than to scream and cry.....
[Something I was pretty much doing last night]
My frustration at not being able to do what I see as necessary and my inability to express myself on the matter?
Totally harshes my mellow.
Sigh.
Sorry little man. I feel your pain. I really do.
But the toilet is still off-limits at the moment. Mommy loves you.
