Perhaps it is the clichéd “terrible twos” hitting early or maybe it is the set of molars coming in. Or, the most likely culprit in my eyes, these tantrums may be a result of all of the change my little guy has had to endure in the last month or so.
Whatever it is, these tantrums make for some rough moments for Miles and his momma and dad! The past few days have been especially rough in the fuss bucket department.
And another parent finding their own way to vent his exasperation with the tantrums began a Tumblr documenting every time his son cries with photos and the reason. You can find it here: http://reasonsmysoniscrying.tumblr.com/.
The 2-year-old cries because his milk is in the wrong cup, the cheese “broke,” because the dad wouldn’t let him drown in a pond or drink the bath water or, my personal favorite, “the car seat, always the car seat.”
I think any parent could do the same, documenting all the seemingly mundane and silly things that drive our little ones to break down into a puddle of tears. But would we want to? Those frustrating moments, while maybe laughable and ridiculous for those of us with developed reasoning skills, are truly tragic for these little guys even if it is just for a few seconds.
This morning Miles had a “very full” diaper that created a bit of a mess on his bedding. Of course, I grabbed up the sheets and blankets to take them to the washer. I overlooked his blanket. And when I say “his blanket” I mean that piece of fleece lined with blue silk that he’s decided he needs – needs at bedtime, at times of distress, at times of joy, at times of boredom, etc. Most days though he understands that the blanket stays in his crib and if he needs it he walks in and pulls it out through the rails.
I had to take this particular blanket away from him to wash and the tears started falling, the feet started stomping and the fists were pumping. This lasted a good 15 minutes. Last night there were similar meltdowns over seemingly tiny things – he wanted to repeatedly turn the fan on and off and we wouldn’t let him, I didn’t pull the right book off the shelf, he wanted to go outside but it wasn’t inside, and he wanted to be inside but it wasn’t outside, etc.
The last thing on my mind during these moments is, “let me take a picture so I can post this on the Internet to share my son’s every misery with the rest of the world.”
I’m not judging this dad for making that decision. He is obviously a loving father with a great sense of humor. I’m also not going to lie and say it didn’t make me laugh and that I don’t relate because I did and I do! But it also made me a little sad.
Will this little guy in three years or 30 years feel shamed or embarrassed by this blog or by all of the national interviews/stories he’s appeared on since? Perhaps not. Instead, maybe he will appreciate the five seconds of fame his tantrums garnered him and realize that yes, it is something all kids do (a lot).
Maybe I’m way too sensitive (I was raised by two social workers after all). I promise I have a great sense of humor. But it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
What are your thoughts? Am I being a fuddy duddy?