Terrible

It seems like every time I sit down to write this blog, 

I’m trying to figure out how best to describe all the crazy, wonderful things Finley has done over the past week. Whether it was some funny thing she’s done or said, I paint a picture of a happy, smiling cherub floating on clouds. And it’s the truth, for the most part.

But as our little angel crept closer and closer toward the 2-year mark, we began to notice a change come over. It’s something we had been waiting for, actually. Something we have been very lucky not to have had to deal with until now.

It turns out our little princess is quite the tantrum thrower. Whether or not she had been bottling this pent up pint-sized frustration from day one, we can’t be sure. But these days, it doesn’t take much to set her off. And when she blows, it is not pretty.

Most of the tirades are based on one basic principle; she wants to do everything herself… on her own terms. Of course, when you’re two years old, many standard laws of physics and experience don’t cooperate with your desires.

For instance, she has this thing about shoes. She LOVES shoes. Loves to find them, hold them, and put them on. But when a pair of shoes won’t quite go on correctly or are not big enough to fit her feet while she’s wearing her pajamas, the world is apparently coming to an end. It turns out – as is the case with most kids her age – that frustration hits very quickly… Frustration from not being able to do something they want AND frustration that they can’t explain what it is they want.

And don’t even try to help. Oh no. Even though I could just reach down and adjust a shoe so that it can go on much easier, if I get near that space, I get a ration of “NO!” and the tantrum meter goes up a few notches.

When she wants things the way she wants them, that’s the way it has to be. Now, I know she’s just a toddler, and this is a typical stage they go through, but she sure reminds me of somebody else who likes to have things done her way. I’m not naming any names at the risk of sleeping on the couch, tonight, but I think you understand.

Of course, it’s not just limited to the trials and tribulations of shoes. There are several different incarnations of the devil child that can appear at any given moment. There’s the “I want out of the crib, I don’t want out of the crib” Finley; the “Baby doll has to go into her stroller this way and not that way” Finley; the “I want to walk down the stairs, I want you to carry me down the stairs” Finley; the “I don’t want to eat, I want to eat” Finley (which is closely related to the “I want to eat this, not that” Finley.

It’s important to note that all of these versions of our child can and will work in any order and in any given degree of tantrum level.

All in all, I’m actually fine with this. If I didn’t think this was coming, I would be fooling myself. The really weird part is how quickly she can turn it on and off. One minute she’s flailing on the floor in a pool of tears because I asked her to put her coat on and the next she’s wanting me to hold her and play with her (I’m actually not sure if this is a toddler thing or a female thing… I’ll get back to you on that).

The good thing in all of this is that we are getting used to it and learning how to diffuse the bomb before too much collateral damage happens. I also think that as she is able to develop better communication that will help (at least I hope so). In the end it’s all about patience and anticipating – as best as we can – when a tantrum decides to rear its ugly head.

Of course, we will probably never be experts at this, but if we can help minimize the freak out, we’ve done our job. The key thing is to remember that she’s not a bad kid, she’s just a kid and these are just the beginnings of the growing pains we’ll be sharing with her as she passes through her toddler years. And that’s fine with me. I can deal with this… because in ten years, as she enters her teens, I’ll be hiding in the basement.