Today we were having a lovely morning. Hanging out outside the food store after shopping, having a snack and playing. We were all so peaceful, and I was really enjoying it, as things have been tough lately. Then something very minor happens- my 3yo dropped the fingernail that just fell off my 6 yo's finger- my 6 yo is very attached to anything and everything, so this fingernail was super important for him to save for posterity. I understand this and looked and looked but there were weeds and gravel everywhere and we couldn't find it. I was totally understanding of how it was important to him and very sorry we couldn't find it, hugging him and being very sympathetic.
This sparked a huge, massive fit, and he ran into a busy street in front of the store. While trying to keep my 3 yo safe I had to run out and grab him and wait for the light to change so we could cross. We had walked so now had to walk about 15 mins home with this tantrum!
He said he was going to destroy everyone's gardens on the way home and hurt me as much as he could, even though I was repeatedly being kind to him. I was holding his hand to keep him from doing this, but he still ripped out people's plants that he could reach, and bent my fingers backwards, used a stick to beat his brother, and kept trying to run into the street. I had to hold his hand to keep him safe and keep him from destroying people's gardens, because I'm pregnant and can't physically pick him up and carry him home, esp. not while kicking and screaming!
I felt bad b/c it was hurting him, my holding his hand, because he was pulling on it so hard, making marks. I kept talking to him in a calm voice, saying I was trying to do all I could to help him and keep him safe, I couldn't let him ruin people's plants or hurt me or his brother, but calm talking did nothing and this kept up almost the whole walk home. Finally we were almost home and he was really hurting me, and I was really physically exhausted and fed up with this endless struggle and with being hurt, and got really angry and squeezed his arm and spoke meanly to him, and he finally stopped and was contrite. At that point I was just over it, and went home and laid down and cried.
I've really been struggling with anger issues and working hard to improve how I handle these difficult situations, especially considering I'm going to have to deal with this AND a baby soon. I'm doing a lot of reading and journaling and examining of my parenting and interactions to see where our difficulties lie. I just don't know what else I could have done in this situation to get us home safely and diffuse his anger. It seems like gentle talking and calmness and being understanding does nothing to scratch the surface and it takes me exploding for anything to sink in and to break him out of whatever's going on inside him. I don't want this to be our pattern
This sparked a huge, massive fit, and he ran into a busy street in front of the store. While trying to keep my 3 yo safe I had to run out and grab him and wait for the light to change so we could cross. We had walked so now had to walk about 15 mins home with this tantrum!
He said he was going to destroy everyone's gardens on the way home and hurt me as much as he could, even though I was repeatedly being kind to him. I was holding his hand to keep him from doing this, but he still ripped out people's plants that he could reach, and bent my fingers backwards, used a stick to beat his brother, and kept trying to run into the street. I had to hold his hand to keep him safe and keep him from destroying people's gardens, because I'm pregnant and can't physically pick him up and carry him home, esp. not while kicking and screaming!
I felt bad b/c it was hurting him, my holding his hand, because he was pulling on it so hard, making marks. I kept talking to him in a calm voice, saying I was trying to do all I could to help him and keep him safe, I couldn't let him ruin people's plants or hurt me or his brother, but calm talking did nothing and this kept up almost the whole walk home. Finally we were almost home and he was really hurting me, and I was really physically exhausted and fed up with this endless struggle and with being hurt, and got really angry and squeezed his arm and spoke meanly to him, and he finally stopped and was contrite. At that point I was just over it, and went home and laid down and cried.
I've really been struggling with anger issues and working hard to improve how I handle these difficult situations, especially considering I'm going to have to deal with this AND a baby soon. I'm doing a lot of reading and journaling and examining of my parenting and interactions to see where our difficulties lie. I just don't know what else I could have done in this situation to get us home safely and diffuse his anger. It seems like gentle talking and calmness and being understanding does nothing to scratch the surface and it takes me exploding for anything to sink in and to break him out of whatever's going on inside him. I don't want this to be our pattern











But you're right, then it sets up impossible expectations from him b/c we can't hang onto and keep track of all of it!


: We had the same experience. Our oldest has emotional challenges, and found that we ended up accommodating a lot of things that others wouldn't (and oh yes, did we hear about it) just to survive and (sort of) function as a family. Therapy can help so much.