"Bye, Mummy, Bye!"
Ava is going to work again. She has a travel mug, and has stuffed a baby cabbage patch doll inside it, has a cookie tin filled with all sorts of random things. Her bright little face shines as she announces that she is 'off to work' and she troupes dutifully into the lougeroom, unpacks her work things, carefully packs them up, and marches back to the kitchen.
"Hello, Mummy, I'm home! I'm home from work!"
Oh baby, if only is was that fun!
We have had a horrid couple of days, filled with willful tantrums, loads of tears and time out. I am sure that other toddlers must do it too, but Ava becomes completely irrational when she is in full blown tanty mode. There is nothing you can do but wait for her to burn herself out.
Yesterday we went to Officeworks, to get some binding done and buy a whiteboard for the kitchen. Ava hadn't slept properly and she went into full on tanty mode as soon as I plonked her in the trolley and told her she couldn't walk. It was so bad that at one point a well meaning, young staff member asked if I would like some water to calm her down. Yes, well meaning young lady, just give me a barrel, so I can dunk her in a little bit and swish her around. That will calm her down. (I politely declined)
I honestly was so frustrated and upset and overwhelmed that I wanted to slap her across the face. OF COURSE I didn't, but I can understand how a person with less patience and understanding and no support network could. So, I muttered over and over to myself 'bigger, kinder, wiser, bigger, kinder, wiser' to remind myself that I am the grown up and that it is my job to show Ava how to deal with big feelings and how to behave. I attached my well practised 'calm face' and ignored all the 'tuts' and whispers and (at one point) snide comments.Yes old lady, I heard you. Was that really neccessary? Do you not think I was feeling shit already before you chimed in. Yes, my toddler is in meltdown. Yes, she is inconvieniently noisy. Yes, she is screaming and trying to climb out of the trolley. Yes, I know that you probably want to shop in peace. No, I am not going to hit her. No, I am not going to leave. No, I don't care what you think of me, my child or my parenting. I am the person who has been blessed with her, I have to live with her everyday, so I will do what I think is right. Thank you for not really understanding.
Ava. Why are you so very, very frustrated? I hope it is just your age my Precious Princess and that your words will soon catch up with your feelings and thoughts and all these meltdowns will stop.