Chippie has, obviously, reached that Age Of Tantrums.
Some call it the Terrible Twos. He started this a few months back. He’s not two for another few weeks.
I think “Terrible Twos” lulls you into a false sense of security.
They’re not “terrible” when they are two. I guess there’s just no other word that adequately describes just how horrible this “phase” can be. And let’s not mention three.
His tantrums are bad. They can go for hours, literally hours. He bangs his head on floors and walls. He smacks. He throws things. He won’t use his words. He is indecisive, demanding something, screaming about it, then screaming because he gets it. He can’t/won’t be cuddled and any attempts to calm him with hugs, caresses, stroking his back are futile. And result in pain.
I have no idea what he wants, so I can’t either give it to him, or stand my ground on why he’s not having it.
The pain I get isn’t just physical from the smack in the head with a train, either. The pain is much deeper.
How can I fulfill my maternal obligations when I have no idea what he wants?
It feel so completely frustrating and I feel completely useless, unable to comfort him when he’s so distressed, to watch him hurt himself (is he really hurting himself?), that I “should” know what to do and feeling so out of control.
I find myself cringing at around 2pm, around the time he wakes from his afternoon sleep. In cycles:
- calmly working
- glance at clock
- shoulders creep up around ears and I physically- and emotionally –