May 29, 2012

The Tantrum

It was just supposed to be a drop-off.  To keep from increasing the two dollar fine already on my card.  But as with all things kids, it didn't go as I planned.  A visit inside to get a handful of books.  The space was filled with murmuring middle schoolers, busy librarians, and a security officer smiling at us, the little ones in the big space.

A few minutes later and there I stood trying to balance gentle holds while dragging two screamers in what is supposed to be the quietest place.  A fight over the stool, a rush to get out the doors, all leading to the increase in decibels of their voices.

I wanted to get them OUT, aware of only me and them.

But once we were out, the security officer who so sweetly smiled at the girls, hurried over to shut the doors behind us.  The slow movement used to avoid pinched fingers not nearly fast enough for the quiet that is needed from two shriekers.

We breathed it out.  My temper not flared.  My cheeks not red-hot.  A discussion of expectations, a successful reentry, and we checked out the books I hastily cast aside in the moment.

The most my children have ever misbehaved in public.  The loudest my children have ever misbehaved in public.  And me, desperate to get their limp bodies to a place they could safely be loud, desperate, but not embarrassed.  Surprised I am already able to laugh about it.

They look like non-tantrumers, yes?


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  1. Good for you! Removing kids from the situation is always best for everyone. It let's them regain focus and it shows that you care enough about them to give them that instead of just yelling at them and making it worse.

    1. Thank you. It was hard getting them out of the situation, but once we did they were able to calm down greatly.

  2. Great! Having those conversations are so helpful. My kids do so so SO much better after having those conversations. I wish I remembered to have them more often! Because ever time I forget, we go through pretty much exactly what your girls did.

    Or should I say, that I myself have a meltdown?

    1. I was happy to not have a meltdown myself.

  3. Oh good for you, mama! Those moments can be so very tricky and it sounds like you handled it so very lovingly!

    1. Thank you, I tried. My voice did get a bit stern, but overall I was fairly happy with how I handled it all.


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