I used to wonder why I was blessed with two challenging children. And, then I realized that we are all challenged and challenging in different ways. Each one of us flawed human beings, with demons that we exercise and need exorcised. Our children are no exception.
Tonight my daughter had one of her full-out tantrums in which she is so angry that she cannot see straight. She loses feeling of where her body is in space, and rages, flinging herself wildly around.
I handled it poorly. I met her anger force with mine. Not with physical force, but the full force of a Raging Mother.
That never works.
Later, after tears and hugs and tears again, we talked it through. She needs me now. More than ever. To guide her, and provide tools so that she can choose how she reacts to a situation in which she feels she has no control over.
We are both exhausted. But, we are on to something. A plan. One that will help facilitate a conscious negotiation, and not just a battle.
I rubbed her back as I sang to her tonight. It calmed us both. And, I ached with the thought that any of her pain had been caused by me...
Sculpture called "Comforted" at The Sculpture Gallery.