10/30/2023
I remember it vividly, a time when I was 56, navigating the complexities of life while my daughter Emily, at 20, was waging her battle against the clutches of addiction. It was during this period that I found solace in my faith in God through His son, Jesus Christ, and decided to serve at our church to help me find my path. I joined the Sunday school daycare to serve my purpose.
The first four Sundays went smoothly, free from stress and overflowing with joyful moments. But that peaceful rhythm was shattered when a toddler entered our lives, and for the sake of confidentiality, we'll call him Dan. Dan was no ordinary toddler; he appeared as though he had been injected with a dose of super serum from a lab in Germany, looking four years old at just two.
Meeting him for the first time was a shock. And that wasn't the end of our surprises. When Dan got angry and unleashed his temper, it was akin to witnessing the incredible Hulk on steroids, a sight that sent shivers down my spine.
Now, you might wonder why, at 56 with a daughter of my own, I couldn't handle a toddler's tantrums, considering my experience. But here's the twist - I must confess that I was much like those parents who lost their cool when their children threw tantrums. Yes, I was one of them. (In my defence, we all have a lot on our minds; let's cut each other some slack, right?) My late ex-husband, Maxwell, had a unique talent for managing Emily's frustrations. The moment he appeared, her tears turned to joy, and it was maddening to witness. To be honest, I resented him for it, and yes, I was what many would call a "bad mom."
So, more often than not, when Dan had his moments, especially during his naptime, I chose to either leave him alone or ignore him until he tired himself out and fell asleep. After all, a win is a win, right? I did attempt to talk to him and reason with him, but that stubborn little fellow was practically immovable.
Then came that fateful day. He was engrossed in his toy train, a thing of great fascination to him. As his naptime approached, I called out to him, persuading him to set the toy aside and rest. But Dan had other plans; he ignored me and held onto the toy with a grip that made me look foolish. In my frustration, I decided to take the toy from his hand, and that's when all hell broke loose.
It was as if he had transformed into a miniature hurricane, ready to sweep me off my feet. The scenario was harrowing, and my heart felt like it was ready to leap out of my chest. For a moment, I thought I was about to meet my maker.
The scene continued, with me in a losing battle, until Jane, a 26-year-old brunette, walked over, swift and composed. She knelt down to Dan's level, did something akin to what Maxwell would do, and lo and behold, the little Hulk turned into Sleeping Beauty. You can imagine the whirlwind of emotions that washed over me, reminiscent of Maxwell, my late ex-husband, and my own struggles with motherhood. It was as though life was playing a cruel joke on me.
Seeing my shock, Jane turned to me and uttered words that left me stunned: "You disrespected him."
Yes, I was as baffled as you probably are right now. After all, they are just toddlers; what do they know about respect, right? But that's a story for another day when we delve into the root causes of frustration tantrums.
For now, I want to talk about frustration tantrums and how to recognize them. Frustration tantrums stem from a toddler's anger when things don't go their way, much like Dan's outbursts, intense and even frightening. They often occur when a child is unable to communicate their desires or when they feel their needs are being ignored.
Physically, during a frustration tantrum, you might notice a few signs, such as clenched fists, flushed cheeks, crying, screaming, or even hitting and biting. Sometimes, they'll arch their back, stomp their feet, or throw things to show their displeasure.
Now, the key here is that if you can't understand or accurately identify these tantrums, you won't be able to help them navigate through their emotional chaos and teach them the art of emotional maturity. Recognizing and addressing these tantrums is the first step toward guiding them through this challenging phase.
And that, my dear, is how the story of a tiny but mighty toddler named Dan taught me the importance of understanding and handling frustration tantrums. It was a nostalgic and memorable experience that ultimately shaped my journey in helping children grow emotionally.
With love and understanding
Aunty Grace