This past week has been R-O-U-G-H. Some of the best model behavior as a terrible two, threenager, or whatever you want to call it.
Even as I sit here writing this, some three hours after you’ve gone to bed, I can still feel my ears ringing from your long spell of crying. (And trust me, as you’ve gotten older, your crying has definitely gotten louder and your thrashing stronger.)
We usually know what has set you off, but we do not understand why it has set you off because is it so bad that I opened the fridge for you? Perhaps you feel like you need to have full control of your life, but it also seems like something that wouldn’t lead to a thirty-minute tantrum.
Maybe we, as your parents, could also be a lot more consistent with how we manage your tantrums. We typically try to ignore it and just let you cry it out so to speak, but it tends to trigger an eczema flare up, which leads you to incessant scratching and potentially causing yourself to bleed. I still surprise myself with how much I let your tantrum get under my skin – so much so that I have these really negative thoughts and want to just scream, “STFU!!” I don’t actually say it or act on it, but I still feel bad for thinking it. On the other hand, I’m starting to become desensitized and therefore a lot more willing/patient when it comes to waiting it out.
Still, I should end this letter with a declaration that I love you to the stars and back, tantrums and all.