I lost it today. I yelled at my son. Yes. It's true. Hard to admit, but true. Having a sore back from wrestling a flailing 25 pound bronco with an 8 pound cannon ball for a head, and after being hit in the face, and the 18th tantrum, John started to rip up my beloved conference Ensign that I've been working so diligently to read and highlight. I couldn't get it away from him fast enough and something inside me just snapped. I yelled, "NO!" and then....he looked at me with a confused face that said, "My mama doesn't make sounds like that. Why would you yell at me?"
Shame, guilt and remorse instantly followed this lapse of patience and love, and I thought about the times that I have been yelled at and how it never made me want to be better, act kinder, show more love. It made me feel afraid, angry, resentful, rebellious, hurt. Those times flashed before me (which have been very few but memorable) when someone has yelled at someone else in John's presence. It seemed so very inappropriate for someone to yell in front of such an innocent, pure being.
And I yelled
at him. I suppose I could have done worse, and unfortunately I probably will in the future. I immediately hugged him, said I was so sorry, asked John's forgiveness and then prayed to the Lord for forgiveness and patience. I want to be better. I want to be the parent that will help John to learn to be kind and loving and patient and good.
I am reminded of
the scripture that teaches that a great truth for all parents (or anyone) that your authority should be used
"only by persuasion, by long-suffering, by gentleness
and meekness, and by love unfeigned;
By kindness, and pure knowledge, which shall greatly enlarge
the soul without hypocrisy, and without guile-
Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the
Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him
whom thou has reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy;"
That is the kind of parent I want to be. I know that God cares about what I am doing and what I am learning. He is in the details of our lives, and He is all-knowing. Yesterday, I made our daily fruit smoothie, and I had an idea that I should put some in a bowl and freeze it.Then I wondered why on earth I would do that when it is -10 degrees outside. But I felt like I should, so I froze some in a bowl. Lo and behold, later in the day, John fell out of his car:
onto his face on the wood floor and bit open his lip. As he was bleeding on his shirt and crying a good cry, I thought, "What can I do? He won't let me put ice on it." And then, I remembered - the frozen smoothie (ice cream - we call it). As I spooned nutritious ice cream into John's swollen but pacified mouth, I said a little pray of thanks that God cared about my son's cut lip. It's truly a miracle that He cares about something so small. This experience reassures me that God loves us and wants to help me in my role as a parent, as a wife, as a daughter, whatever I am, He will help me.
I did better after my outburst, and during the millionth (that is an exaggeration, but I wasn't counting) tantrum in which John threw his head back and arched his back (which often results in him hitting the floor causing himself real pain... and a lot more ardent crying) I put him down in a safe place and walked away and sang a song.
I can understand that my little explorer is anxious and has cabin fever being cooped up in the house when it's freezing with 2 feet of snow outside. He's getting tired of his surroundings and wants a change of scenery. But, what can I do? After reading books, singing, counting, bath time, dancing to Raffi songs, eating snacks, playing with all our toys, I run out of ideas and start over. But really he just wants to go outside, eat some dirt, fall in the grass, pick up leaves and look at bugs. But all the bugs are dead right now...well I take that back. There were like 30 ants in our playroom today! What's up with that? Is there an ant hill in my house somewhere? Ants have no business being alive and in my house in January....
My friend Beth Winder has a toddler too, and we talked today about ways to teach these kids how to be gentle, patient and kind, and that tantrums are not a good way to show your emotions. I thought I might try doing time-outs in the pack-n-play, but then Seth said that if we travel, John will think that sleeping in there is a punishment.... I quickly ran out of ideas on how to reprove betimes with sharpness and afterwards show forth an increase of love to an 18 month old who can't even talk in 2 word sentences yet. (but he can sign 2 word sentences about wanting more food! :)
So, I call on anyone out there. HELP! Please give me your 2 cents. I know that you don't usually leave comments (but I so appreciate them when you do), but this time, will you make an exception? Maybe it could help me! Tell me your experiences, ideas, failures and successes with teaching toddlers discipline with love. And you could recommend any articles, books and scriptures to help us on our parenting way.
Thank you, thank you in advance!