We got up today and off to what I thought would be a fun outing. We went to this giant flea market where there are lots of vendors selling vegetables, plants, tools, toiletries, clothes, etc. Anyway, I met up with my very close friend and her 3.5 year old and her 6 week old.
The trip was a disaster. DS doesn't want me to wear him anymore, he wants to walk. Can't blame him there, so we tried it for a while. I had to frequently remind him to keep hold of my hand or to keep walking, but that was sort of ok. When he wanted to stop in the middle of a path and play in the sand, I let him for a few minutes and then asked him to come with the rest of us. After asking a few times (and adding in exciting things like "let's go see what our friends are doing!" or "let's go see what's over here") I finally had to pick him up and put him in the carier. He thrashed and protested, but eventually settled. After 20 mintues in the carrier he wanted to get back down, so I let him. Again, the sand on the ground. We'd stop and let him play for a while, then I'd ask him to keep moving. He'd shout at me "NOOOOO!" Deep breath.
So, on one of the sand play breaks the 3.5 year old started playing in the sand too. She was drawing a picture. DS went and messed up her picture. I told him that was her pretty picture and that I'd draw him another one that he could mess up, but he just wanted to mess with hers. Then he discovered throwing sand. So, after asking him several times not to throw it (me, the other mom, and the 3.5 year old all asked him not to) he still kept doing it. To his credit, he was more picking up sand and dropping it, then waving his hand and the excess would go flying everywhere. But still, it was getting on the 3.5 year old and she was very upset about it. In desperation I even asked my friend what a natural consequence for throwing sand was, and she said picking him up and carrying him. I dreaded trying this because I knew he'd just melt down, but I did (because I agreed that's what needed to be done), and he did melt down. Crying, thrashing, begging to get down. I told him he couldn't because he was throwing sand.
A bit later I let him get back down and this time it was go to every table and try to pull stuff off. Or worse, run away from me. He ran over to someone's golf cart and climbed up, knocking their notebook off. I told him it wasn't ours and we needed to go find our friends. Another kicking/crying episode. With each episode I was becoming more stern and holding his arm/hand tighter and tighter. I know I looked like one of those icky, angry moms that I hate to see.
To be honest, he was acting like the kid of one of those moms. The kids who just run from one thing to another doing everything "wrong" they possibly can. But this is so unusual for my DS. He's usually a very bold, busy, fearless, and social guy, but he's not defiant. And usually he recovers quickly from correction and goes with the flow, eager to make up and do what he's asked. Like, after I've spoke sternly to him in the past, he's cried a little and then said "Mama, huggie?" and then gave me a big hug and a smile. Not this time. He wasn't sweet at all. Not the emotionally intuitive kid that he normally is.
By his behavior you might think he was attention starved, which isn't possibly the case, is it? I stay at home with him, and we pretty much play all day. He's always demanded a lot in interaction, and since this is what I signed up for, I interact. We play lots of games, read lots of books, and when we have to do household stuff, we do it together and I talk to him about what we're doing. We don't even watch TV. I usually pat myself on the back for being so connected that he could understand my requests even if he didn't agree with them.
By the time we left I was ready to cry. He was so difficult and I had become so angry and impatient with him that I couldn't even think clearly about what might be a positive way to deal with his behavior. I obviously figured out that I had brought him to an outting that clearly wasn't appropriate for his age/activity level, but I felt obligated to stay and hang out with my friend. I finally did tell her we had to go, but that made me feel bad too. I felt bad that I had put him in a position where his impulses/instincts couldn't be followed, and myself in a position to have to correct him so often. I HATE having to say "no" or "don't" all the time.
When we got home I transfered my lovely sleeping boy into our bed, picked up a few things, and then joined him for the rest of what I hoped would be a 2 hour nap. Only I must have come in during a light sleep cycle because he woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep. I just cried for the next 20 minutes, feeling like I couldn't do anything right today. I resolved that we could take a bath to relax and reconnect. It went great until he got out of the tub, fetched my cell phone (only phone at the house) and tossed it into the water. I was so mad, I yelled "NO. THAT WAS BAD!" bad? Did I really say that? I did. He was so scared and upset, but I was too upset to comfort him. I just wanted to be alone. So he was crying outside the shower while I finished up.
We eventually made up, and I told him I was sorry for yelling but that phones don't go in the tub, but I still feel horrible. He's usually so sensative to me. He loves to have huggies to make up, and says "hi mama!" when he thinks I'm upset. Often times he'll say, "Don't cry" to himself when he's getting sad about minor corrections. It's probably PMS related, but I just feel like such a dumb mom. Like, all of the things that went wrong today were my own fault for not thinking ahead, and sometimes the way I reacted was so not the way I want to be. That I'm losing my sweet, sensative boy because I'm not being creative in my disciplin techniques. I have a really short fuse. My parents yelled and spanked. I don't want to be that way, but my first reaction to things has always been to yell, slam doors, stomp, etc. Not stuff I want my kid to see. So, I worry because sometimes when I'm so mad that I want to yell at him, I hold it in, but that takes so much effort that I'm not dealing with the behavior that caused my anger. LIke, I'm so busy stifling my yells that I'm just not disciplining him or helping him to understand why what he did wasn't the right thing to do.
Longest message ever. SORRY! Just needed to hear some feedback from other nice mamas. Not feeling like a nice one right now.
The trip was a disaster. DS doesn't want me to wear him anymore, he wants to walk. Can't blame him there, so we tried it for a while. I had to frequently remind him to keep hold of my hand or to keep walking, but that was sort of ok. When he wanted to stop in the middle of a path and play in the sand, I let him for a few minutes and then asked him to come with the rest of us. After asking a few times (and adding in exciting things like "let's go see what our friends are doing!" or "let's go see what's over here") I finally had to pick him up and put him in the carier. He thrashed and protested, but eventually settled. After 20 mintues in the carrier he wanted to get back down, so I let him. Again, the sand on the ground. We'd stop and let him play for a while, then I'd ask him to keep moving. He'd shout at me "NOOOOO!" Deep breath.
So, on one of the sand play breaks the 3.5 year old started playing in the sand too. She was drawing a picture. DS went and messed up her picture. I told him that was her pretty picture and that I'd draw him another one that he could mess up, but he just wanted to mess with hers. Then he discovered throwing sand. So, after asking him several times not to throw it (me, the other mom, and the 3.5 year old all asked him not to) he still kept doing it. To his credit, he was more picking up sand and dropping it, then waving his hand and the excess would go flying everywhere. But still, it was getting on the 3.5 year old and she was very upset about it. In desperation I even asked my friend what a natural consequence for throwing sand was, and she said picking him up and carrying him. I dreaded trying this because I knew he'd just melt down, but I did (because I agreed that's what needed to be done), and he did melt down. Crying, thrashing, begging to get down. I told him he couldn't because he was throwing sand.
A bit later I let him get back down and this time it was go to every table and try to pull stuff off. Or worse, run away from me. He ran over to someone's golf cart and climbed up, knocking their notebook off. I told him it wasn't ours and we needed to go find our friends. Another kicking/crying episode. With each episode I was becoming more stern and holding his arm/hand tighter and tighter. I know I looked like one of those icky, angry moms that I hate to see.
To be honest, he was acting like the kid of one of those moms. The kids who just run from one thing to another doing everything "wrong" they possibly can. But this is so unusual for my DS. He's usually a very bold, busy, fearless, and social guy, but he's not defiant. And usually he recovers quickly from correction and goes with the flow, eager to make up and do what he's asked. Like, after I've spoke sternly to him in the past, he's cried a little and then said "Mama, huggie?" and then gave me a big hug and a smile. Not this time. He wasn't sweet at all. Not the emotionally intuitive kid that he normally is.
By his behavior you might think he was attention starved, which isn't possibly the case, is it? I stay at home with him, and we pretty much play all day. He's always demanded a lot in interaction, and since this is what I signed up for, I interact. We play lots of games, read lots of books, and when we have to do household stuff, we do it together and I talk to him about what we're doing. We don't even watch TV. I usually pat myself on the back for being so connected that he could understand my requests even if he didn't agree with them.
By the time we left I was ready to cry. He was so difficult and I had become so angry and impatient with him that I couldn't even think clearly about what might be a positive way to deal with his behavior. I obviously figured out that I had brought him to an outting that clearly wasn't appropriate for his age/activity level, but I felt obligated to stay and hang out with my friend. I finally did tell her we had to go, but that made me feel bad too. I felt bad that I had put him in a position where his impulses/instincts couldn't be followed, and myself in a position to have to correct him so often. I HATE having to say "no" or "don't" all the time.
When we got home I transfered my lovely sleeping boy into our bed, picked up a few things, and then joined him for the rest of what I hoped would be a 2 hour nap. Only I must have come in during a light sleep cycle because he woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep. I just cried for the next 20 minutes, feeling like I couldn't do anything right today. I resolved that we could take a bath to relax and reconnect. It went great until he got out of the tub, fetched my cell phone (only phone at the house) and tossed it into the water. I was so mad, I yelled "NO. THAT WAS BAD!" bad? Did I really say that? I did. He was so scared and upset, but I was too upset to comfort him. I just wanted to be alone. So he was crying outside the shower while I finished up.
We eventually made up, and I told him I was sorry for yelling but that phones don't go in the tub, but I still feel horrible. He's usually so sensative to me. He loves to have huggies to make up, and says "hi mama!" when he thinks I'm upset. Often times he'll say, "Don't cry" to himself when he's getting sad about minor corrections. It's probably PMS related, but I just feel like such a dumb mom. Like, all of the things that went wrong today were my own fault for not thinking ahead, and sometimes the way I reacted was so not the way I want to be. That I'm losing my sweet, sensative boy because I'm not being creative in my disciplin techniques. I have a really short fuse. My parents yelled and spanked. I don't want to be that way, but my first reaction to things has always been to yell, slam doors, stomp, etc. Not stuff I want my kid to see. So, I worry because sometimes when I'm so mad that I want to yell at him, I hold it in, but that takes so much effort that I'm not dealing with the behavior that caused my anger. LIke, I'm so busy stifling my yells that I'm just not disciplining him or helping him to understand why what he did wasn't the right thing to do.
Longest message ever. SORRY! Just needed to hear some feedback from other nice mamas. Not feeling like a nice one right now.








mama! Sounds like a rough day!




and, yes, at times they push boundaries just for the sake of pushing them. They're trying to figure out where they start and we end.