I realized the other day that I need to work on something as a parent.
I need to work on not holding a grudge against my kid.
Toddler moods swing worse than a pregnant woman’s, and it’s not an uncommon occurrence around here to have a perfectly smiley, laughing kid one second and the next be faced with the Screaming Flailing Banshee of DOOM. One of the things he does right now is throw things and hit when he’s frustrated or upset, so your chances of getting a puzzle piece to the head or a toddler fist to the thigh are great around the SFB of Doom. Despite constant repetition of “don’t hit” and “no throwing” (and their ilk), those rules have clearly not implanted themselves into the kid’s head, and we end up suffering for it at times.
The problem though, is when I can’t let go of that. Once the SFB of Doom is gone (and it’s usually gone pretty fast), my laughing giggling little boy comes back. He’s ready to play and read and have fun. But I…well, I sometimes having a hard time moving past my frustration as fast. Sometimes I have to force myself to drop it as quickly as he does, to go back to reading or playing with blocks with the same fun and enjoyment we had before the tantrum. It’s shockingly harder than I think it should be.
I don’t claim to be a perfect parent. Obviously. I realize this is something I need to work on. I know that it’s worse on days I’m tired or stressed. I know it’s worse on days when HE’S tired (more tantrums per hour those days. UGH). And I know I’m the grown-up, so I need to act like the grown-up.
But sometimes? Sometimes I just want to kick rocks and pout “he HIT me! WAH!”