It's Saturday morning and I am hiding from my son. It's not my proudest parenting moment, but I am sitting here exhausted. Without thought, I put several pieces of chocolate in my mouth. He is in the next room playing with his toys. The only sound between his toys and my fingers on the keyboard is the washing machine. If I was going to spend the morning angry, I might as well get a load done at the same time.
Parenting is not all unicorns and rainbows people. It's out of the damn blue meltdowns and you just have to live through it no matter where you are. Don't be fooled, the day starts out nicely and then on a dime, your young child can completely turn on you.
First, let me explain to give you some context. My son attends soccer tots every Saturday morning. His coach changed several weeks ago to an older gentleman who was amazing with those kids. Today, my son's favorite coach is not there and two new people are there. The small class of four kids is now ten kids. Three classes are on the field where it used to be two classes. My son is distracted and does not want this new young girl as his coach. I get it, but the other coach he liked was new once too and it took a class or two for him to fall in love.
So, I promised my son a trip to the playground outside if he could behave at soccer. After a few fits and missteps, I knew that the playground was out. We needed to get into the car ASAP. Once we were outside, I reminded my son about how he would earn the playground and that we were not going to visit today. Consequences don't mean anything unless you follow through with them.
It's hard to imagine a small child who is angry causing ruckus to this magnitude, I know. My son screamed. He cried. He pushed me into the street in front of a car, He scratched me. He pulled my arm. He jumped in front of me and pushed me. Every fiber of his being was focused on beating me down. It's hard not to take such maneuvers personal. I thought we would never get to the car.
We are home now, hence the hiding. We am trying to let our emotions subside. Meltdowns mean something and now I have to listen to the things that my son is not telling me. This too shall pass. The next day that he enjoys soccer or any outing in perfect harmony (which is most of the time, mind you), I will reflect back on this morning and remember how lucky I am.
Right now though, I just need to hide a wee bit longer.