Did I miss something?

July 23 · 2 comments

in Family Life, Raising Kids

Do you ever feel that you’re failing as a parent or you’re just not doing it right?  Or maybe that you just don’t know that child you baked for 9 months?

Today was one of those days for me.  I had Chance in the high chair while I was fixing his breakfast and he was hollering at me (apparently I’m not fast enough for him).  His breakfast consisted of grits and I was going to eat chocolate chip mini muffins for my breakfast.  He ate a few bites of his grits and then I went to open my pouch of muffin.  That’s when it all went wrong.  He threw a fit and I’m going “What in the world…”  Chance was throwing himself in the limited way he could in the high chair crying and avoiding everything I gave him.  I sooo didn’t get it.  One minute everything was going fine and the next I had a child that made a bipolar person look like they were normal.  So in my mind I’m trying to backtrack and figure out what was going on with my child.  Then I saw him hesitate when he caught a glimpse of me eating a muffin as I’m contemplating this disaster.  OMG, the kid loves mini muffins more than I realized.  I pinched off a piece and he opened his mouth and shut off the waterworks immediately…. Did I miss something?  We’ve done this before where I eat muffins and he eats something else.  What changed?  It was like an over-night personality change when it came to food.  Ugh.  My son is a drama king.

So there went my breakfast.  Once he ate all the muffins he had one bite of grits and went into hysteria because it wasn’t chocolate chip muffins.  He kept reaching for me like he usually does when he wants down and so I took him out of the high chair and set him down.  As soon as his feet hit the floor, you would have thought it was the end of the world.  He was crying so hard.  He sat on the floor and look up at me and cried the cry that breaks my heart.  I waited a minute to see if there was a way to fix the issue or if he would stop or get distracted or something.  As we used to say it, in my dreams.  I tried to show him that I would hold him but he turned his back to me and kept crying as if I wasn’t there. I finally got up and went into the bedroom and shut the door.  He continued this fit for like 10 minutes, then he started playing with something in the living room. I could hear him crying like he knew he had a reason for doing it, but I could hear it dying as he couldn’t remember why he was crying (thank goodness for short baby attention spans).  Eventually he came to find me using that radar of his, however, I refused to let him know I was on the other side of the door.   Part of me was scared to deal with this kid that couldn’t possibly be mine and I was afraid he’d start crying as soon as he saw me again and I so wasn’t ready for that just yet.  Fortunately, he left to play with something for a bit so I could gather my marbles.  When he came back to find me after 30 seconds, I was ready for him.  He apparently completely forgot what had happened because he was his old self again fussing at me about not opening the door.  My steam to persevere through this catastrophic event completely deflated as I saw his face and he looked up me with those curious blue eyes.

::sigh:: I do love this kid.  He’s cute when he’s not upset with me.  I’ll just have to enjoy my mini muffins when he’s not around.

What I learned today:  my child loves chocolate chip mini muffins.  Do not put them in front of him unless you plan on feeding them to him and you have enough to fill him up. FAILING TO HEED THIS ADVICE WILL RESULT IN A HUGE TODDLER-SIZED MELTDOWN.  You have been warned.



What kind of meltdowns have you experience with your little one?  How did you handle it?

{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }

MommySera July 25, 2011 at 10:47 am

Lol, girl, Aeralyn has a meltdown like that just about every day. Any time that she has to take a nap or go to sleep, any time I tell her no we can’t get in the pool. Any time she wants ‘cockit’ (chocolate), she is one dang drama queen and I can’t stand it, but all I have to do is ignore her for all of 5 minutes and she’s done. I admit it’s probably the most frustrating part of motherhood thus far… well… that and potty training. I sort of miss when I got constant cuddles and just had to stick her on the boob every 3 hours or so. That was actually easier. I wish you luck, my dear.


Vanessa August 1, 2011 at 2:35 pm

Thank you. Chance is a bit of a drama king with everything, especially with being told no. He does this pouty lip thing and then goes through a range of “upset” facial expressions to see which one is going to get me to cave. I have to keep from laughing, which isn’t easy, but I do my best to keep my mad face on.


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