She's Very Passionate With Me
Mar 06 '02
The Bottom Line It's hard as can be but try and stay calm...This is the experience I had with my daughter...
Once again, we will veer off the path of “The Adventures of Andy” to visit his sister, Toria for the day. Toria is my 5 year old daughter-the middle child. As she becomes accustomed to her new role in our family unit, no longer the baby but a big sister, we have had our share of increased tantrums the last few months. This review was inspired by a trip to Wal-Mart.
Toria:
I LOVE this child. I actually almost lost her when I was pregnant. Both my husband and I prayed that our baby would survive and live life to the fullest. Toria didn’t disappoint us. She was made to be real cute! Make no mistake about it, God did this on purpose. Her smile has saved her many times. Her Daddy has too- as there has never been such a ‘Daddy‘s girl‘ as Toria. For a limited time you can see a picture of Toria on my profile page.
What was I thinking???
Three nights ago my husband asked me if I’d like to go grocery shopping at Wal-Mart with him. I don’t know what sort of fantasy I was having at the time to make me believe it was a good idea, but I agreed. So, off we went, with our three children along.
It all started out okay. We looked like the perfect family. Two little girls with their hair brushed ever so beautifully waiting anxiously to spend their quarter on the gumball machine on the way out. A baby who was content just to suck on his chapone. My husband and I smiling as we pushed our cart along...
Run, Run, Run:
...then the reality sank in as our girls started to run down the aisles. They laughed as they played tag and me, being the evil mother I am that doesn’t let my children run around rudely in stores, asked them to stop. Any parent reading this knows exactly where this is going, as the game of chase did not stop. Rather, it escaladed until it became downright noisy.
The Next Step:
I then asked both my daughters to grab hold of the cart while we shopped. Naturally, they protested, but ended up doing it. They would each occasionally stray, but come back to the cart easily...
Until... Toria decided she had had enough. She refused to grab hold of the cart. The logical next step was to take hold of her hand. She really did not like that and tried to pull away from me, fussing similar to a young two year old. This is how we continued for the next 20 minutes. I then took Toria and went to look at the ‘funner’ things in Wal-Mart and it got even worse. The last thing Toria wanted to do was hold my hand. She started fighting me just a little more, but luckily our shopping trip was coming to an end...
No Gum For You:
As we started heading out the door, I informed Toria that she could not have gum. THAT was it! Her small tantrum became full blown as she watched her sister get a piece of gum. My husband looked at me as if I were the worst mother on Earth for putting Toria through this torture. He hadn’t seen what she had been putting me through.
WHO Does This Child Think She’s Dealing With?
Obviously, Toria was unaware that she was working with the queen of tantrums... Chalathra herself. I remember having very physical tantrums into the age of twelve... In fact, I’ll admit to having a tantrum every now and again even now. However, I was very unwilling to sit idly by while Toria thrust her arms and legs all about screaming full fledged at the top of her lungs. Did she really believe I was going to give in and allow her to have a piece of gum?
Instead, while my husband pushed one cart and walked with our other daughter I picked Toria up by the waist and dragged her out, pushing the other cart and Andy along. Being as how I live in such a small town, and Wal-Mart is the only place to go when you leave your home there was no shortage of people staring as Toria screamed throughout the walk to the parked car and as I strapped my five year old into her seat belt while she thrust her body all about.
Dealing With It:
It was extremely hard not to lose my own cool when dealing with Toria’s tantrum, but I did it by breathing deeply. We do not spank our children. When we got home, Toria was still in the throws of crying and I asked her to come and talk to me when she was ready to talk. I then immediately got on the phone to vent with my Mom. It was only a few minutes into the conversation when Toria came tome, eyes red as can be from all the tears ready to talk. I told Toria how much I love her and we talked about what happened.
Her response to me was “You yelled at me.
...Funny how two people see the situation so differently...
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Chalathra
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Member: melicious
Location: Temecula, CA
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