This is an old unfinished post pulled from my drafts folder. I wrote it on December 10, 2015. The meltdown was either not as terrible as it seemed at the time, or severely traumatizing that I suppressed the memory.
Joking aside, it’s a good reminder that raising our daughter wasn’t always easy. Sometimes I forget that. And it’s also proof that you remember more good than bad.
As the parents of a 3-year-old, my wife and I deal with whining and attitude on a daily basis. Our daughter is at a stage where she’s constantly testing the limits and rules, trying to push as much as she can. It’s a power of wills, to see if we’ll break.
Usually it’s over what seems like nothing at all. She can’t zip her coat, she didn’t get to watch TV before bed, she is thirsty and doesn’t want to wait until she’s finished going to the bathroom to get a drink. You know, normal stuff to freak out about. All of these situations lead her from being calm to crying and screaming in a few seconds.
But nothing in the past has come even close to what happened tonight.