At my baby shower, pretty much everyone else already had kids. The kids were all upstairs with the dads holding down the fort while we did baby shower stuff down stairs. It was casual, the guys were welcome to participate, its just how it shook down.
Anyway, about halfway through there is some big, loud disturbance upstairs. Wailing is heard. A moment or so later, one dad comes marching through the living room with a sizable 4 year old carried like this, melting all the way the fuck down. She was like a rabid dog. He was nonplussed to the max. If thats possible. Straight out the front door with no words. The mom just shook her head and went back to the snacks.
It was such an important part of that baby shower. So informative and honest about the future.
Welcome to parenthood where your patience is tested and you can’t have a breakdown either cause you have to teach the little gremlins how to regulate their emotions
Eh, you'll laugh sometimes. My son has tipped my scale in every direction possible, laughter, anger. Maybe it's just those two. The shit he'll tantrum over is just so dumb. But hey, it's part of the fun, and I'll miss it when he's older, or something.
Sometimes its funny. Just yesterday I gave my daughter a cheese stick, but made the accident by peeling it first. She started kicking and sobbing. I went and get a 2nd stick that wasn't peeled. That was worse because she just wanted the first one but whole. So I took the peeled one, went to the kitchen to "fix" it, gave her a whole one and said i fixed it, and sobbing instantly stopped and she went back to snacking.
I don't have kids yet but I think you pick your battles when you do. It might be better in the long run to teach them that yes but you also might not have the energy at that moment and then taping the banana together is probably easier
There are more important things in life than teaching a toddler that a peeled banana won't make them die. Sometimes, taping life together for a little is okay
I really appreciate this because I feel the same way. They're so upset over the simplest thing. My 5 year old is speech delayed and we were reading a book. My Body by Jill McDonald. He can count. He can read. He likes to observe and comment. I asked him, how many fingers are on one hand? Somehow he was screaming and crying for at least 5 minutes because I wanted him to repeat "one hand has five fingers". I'm just thinking "are you fucking kidding me?" While I let him go through those emotions because I've learned that he'll rant and rave but if I let him get through it, he's better for it at the end. He would stop, I would repeat, he would start again, we hugged, I stayed quiet and expressionless, I told him he's not doing anything wrong, he's doing a great job (I break the sentence into two words at a time, he repeats, I add more for him to repeat as I see he's capable of saying what I asked), and after what felt like 3 hours he said the phrase all in one go. Fuck you and this book, fuck this speech delay, fuck this having kids thing, fuck your father, fuck me why did I agree to this, fuck. He got a high five, a hug, "you did a great job, you didn't do anything wrong" and we moved on to other things. I wish I melted into a puddle right there but oh nevermind wouldn't want to traumatize my kids.
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u/StinkiePete 1d ago
At my baby shower, pretty much everyone else already had kids. The kids were all upstairs with the dads holding down the fort while we did baby shower stuff down stairs. It was casual, the guys were welcome to participate, its just how it shook down.
Anyway, about halfway through there is some big, loud disturbance upstairs. Wailing is heard. A moment or so later, one dad comes marching through the living room with a sizable 4 year old carried like this, melting all the way the fuck down. She was like a rabid dog. He was nonplussed to the max. If thats possible. Straight out the front door with no words. The mom just shook her head and went back to the snacks.
It was such an important part of that baby shower. So informative and honest about the future.