Meltdowns…those are always fun.
It’s funny how good you become at spotting a meltdown on the horizon.
And when you have more than one child with the proclivity to meltdown, that only multiplies the awesomeness of the adventure!
We have meltdowns for both logical and crazy reasons:
- Because Momma said “no” when I asked if I could eat candy just before dinner
- Because I couldn’t get my 100th plastic dinosaur in the $1 bucket at the grocery store
- Because I didn’t get to say the dinner prayer by myself
- Because it is bedtime
- Because Daddy got my socks out of the drawer when I wanted to get them
- Because I have to wear a dress to church
- Because sister turned on the porch light when I wanted to
- Because the blanket I used on my homemade fort isn’t big enough to cover all of the furniture I used to make said fort
- Because I am not the first in line at the garage door when we are going somewhere in the car
- Because we are taking one car instead of the other
- Because my favorite shirt is in the washing machine
- Because my Minnie Mouse fork is dirty
- Because I have to wear a coat when it’s cold outside
- Because the frog doesn’t want to be picked up
- Because the balloon got stuck in the ceiling fan and popped
The above is a very small selection of the wonderful reasons the world wrongs us in our daily lives. As parents, we see these thunderstorms brewing and our mission is to change the weather pattern such that the meltdown is avoided, or at least, diminished in volatility.
Sometimes there is no escaping a meltdown. We just brace for it and try to seek shelter so that the child can go through the process with as little impact to the general public as possible.
So as the children navigate through the tidal wave of their feelings and emotions, we steer them as best as possible. It is astounding that so much emotion is housed in such little bodies, but through this process we see them learning (ever so slowly) that life is not fair.
Life is not fair.
You know what? Sometimes you won’t get the 100th dinosaur. Sometimes someone else gets to the door before you do. Sometimes your favorite shirt is in the Washing Machine. Sometimes someone else gets the Lion King dinner plate instead of you. And sometimes it’s not your turn to play with the toy, sorry.
Originally posted 2016-01-21 15:00:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
