My son had a slow-building, morning meltdown last week as we were getting in the car to head into the day. It started off mild but ended in near full crescendo of conflict.
[A disclaimer up front to frame the situation: I know physically forcing a child to do anything isn’t the best path, and often flat-out the wrong approach. Noted and acknowledged.]
Regular morning funk became outright revolt: socks, snack, mommy, shoes…meh.
I was about ready to start wrestling him into his car-seat when I stopped.
I was going to be late. Oh well. It’s not like I don’t put in the hours.
I was frustrated. No need to take it out on him.
I chose to try to transcend the moment and try to make a lesson out of it, rather than a bout.
It worked out OK for both of us. He calmed down. I calmed down. He cooperated. We did what we needed to. Together.
Another parenting lesson learned.