Its only 9:16 AM and my husband and I have already weathered an epic meltdown from our son. At times frustrating and at times almost amusing, I am exhausted and so is he. What makes matters worse is my daughter at times feeds off it as well and deteriorates to a puddle of nothingness as well.
Observing these meltdowns it’s obvious that his little body is battling his emotions versus what he wants. Most of the time his emotions over take him and it is our job to calm him down enough to get him back on track. In the middle of this particular breakdown at one point he didn’t want mommy or daddy and told us to go away. The rejection from a three year old stings especially when it’s your son and you want to comfort him. I have to remind myself the rational side of him is not winning the battle right now. It’s also hard at times when these meltdowns occur to stay come and not get swept away with it as well. It would be all too easy at times to lose my patience and have my own breakdown but that would not serve anyone very well.
In the end we prevailed and now he is calmly drinking milk and watching Thomas and I am just thankful that peace has been restored once again.