Thursday, April 10, 2008

What will her teenage years look like?

The past few days have been difficult for Nora. And in turn, difficult for me.

She has woken up, completely happy, ready to greet the day with her sweet smile.

About 2.2 seconds later, the world is ending for her and she only knows how to express that by crying and screaming.

I've given up trying to figure out what is wrong. She will be in the middle of playing with something and BAM-crying fit. I am about ready to give her away.

Anyone want a very emotional two-year-old?

Just kidding, I wouldn't just give her away.

You have to pay.

In my mind I know she is simply two and this time will pass. She WILL be able to tell me what she needs, she WILL be able to tell me why she is crying, she WILL NOT freak out every time something does not turn out exactly how she thinks it should.

In my head, I know that.

However, in the midst of her tantrum, I think, "This will NEVER end!"


I have to tell myself, MANY, MANY times during the day to calm down and not react to her. Oh, that is hard to do. Thankfully, God is helping me out.

So, in light of Nora's new volatile personality, you can imagine how I cringed when her balloon flew out the van today.

I was taking Elyn inside and I heard screaming coming from behind me.

A few months ago, before her personality completely changed, I would have set Elyn down immediately and rushed to Nora to find out which limb had just been severed. The screaming/crying was so loud.

Not today though.

I calmly walked Elyn into the house, set her carseat down in the kitchen, put my purse on the counter, calmly turned around and went back outside.

Because I knew exactly what had happened.

It is a very windy day and the wind caught the balloon and took it far, far away.

I was prepared to find Nora kicking and writhing in the driveway, devastated because she had lost her balloon.

I was pleasantly greeted by a completely different sight.

After a few seconds of crying, Nora was waving bye-bye to the balloon and saying "All gone". Then, she turned around to walk inside.

When she is 16 and "hates" me because I am so unfair and never let her do anything and why can't "so and so" be her mother and I know nothing, I will look forward to the day when she completely surprises me and comes over and hugs me for no reason just because she loves me.

Like she did today. She surprised me.

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Danielle Balentine said...

As we talked about today, this, too shall pass. But there will be another issue to deal with. Just don't sweat the tantrums and take deep breaths to destress.

I caught up on my blog reading and yes I did watch that Oprah show about that man thing. That was just more than I could handle. This world is not our home. Sometimes I don't know what to make of Oprah.

teresa manire said...

Oh my dear Dallas,

The teenage years! This is where I am in my life and yes , we cherish those special moments when they show us they really love us. Not so much with words, but just that simple hug. Hold them in your lap every second you can, because this too will pass.

Jennifer said...

Dallas, I doubt you really know me. You knew my college roommate, Mami Miyamoto, but probably never really met me much. Anyway, I found your blog through Sandi's, and I read yours quite often. I just have to tell you that I really enjoy your honesty in raising kids. I have a 9 month old daughter, and it is definitely challenging staying at home with her. Just thought I'd "de-lurk." Keep those great posts coming. -Jennifer (Miller) Joyner

Ashley said...

I am so new to this daughter stuff so I love the insights. I hope Lucy will at least "end up" loving me.

Michael Ann said...

well, I hate to tell ya but boys aren't much better. At least with my 5 year old. It has gotten a little better each year, but he can act like a hormonal, moody, premenopausal 16 year old female in a nanosecond. It's almost frightening. Love your posts!

Danna Ramsey said...

Okay, out of all your sweet posts about your girls, this is the one that chokes me up. I'm right there with you, sister. I think I say 100 times a day, "I can't understand you when you are screaming. Calm down." The first sentence is for Mad, the second is for me.

TDavis said...

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Sometimes it feels like I'm all alone in the terrible two stage of constant tantrums! I worry that I'm making some kind of huge parenting mistake that is causing him to tantrum so often. Then I'm reminded (by you this time) that it's not only my son. It just SEEMS that way when I'm stepping over him, pretending he isn't mine, in Target because he fell out in the floor because he couldn't have a Bob the Builder greeting card that he spotted as we walked through the aisle.

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