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May 24, 2013
We’ve had some insights into Little Big Boy Man’s personality this past month; which, though not earth shattering, have turned on some proverbial light bulbs.
Lesson Learned #1
We moved in October. No
big deal. It was a house our children were familiar with and have actually
spent quite a bit of time in. Outside of the normal stresses of moving a household
(as well as some self-inflicted ones – read about them here) I thought thing
went well. But as time went by Little Big Boy Man became increasingly
emotional. It was not uncommon to have him say how much he hated the new house,
or how he wanted to go home.
We would try to point out
to him all the benefits of moving to our new house and that home is where the
people who love you are. Have you ever tried to be logical with an emotional 6
year old? Yeah – don’t bother it doesn’t work. Then one night after a
particularly bad emotional outburst my husband sat with our son and talked and
listened (mostly listen) and it was finally revealed what was going on. Through
tears our son explained that no matter how he arranged his room, he could not
get it like it was in our old house. His walls were the wrong color!, the light
coming in the window was not the same!, and his blue rug was gone!
That weekend we bought
paint and went to work on his room. Little Big Boy Man supervised the whole
process. At one point my husband reports that he actually sighed and said “My
walls are blue” in a whisper. Things are still not exactly like they were in
our old house but we no longer hear how much he hates our new home.
The lesson learned: Our
boy’s feelings of safety and well-being are tied to tangible things. He does
not handle changes to his world well. Things that are the normal flow of life
for most devastate him.
Lesson Learned #2
Just last week we were
finishing up our afternoon of school. We were on spelling and had just gotten
started when out of the blue Little Big Boy Man throws a world class temper-tantrum.
Fists clenched, face red, body writhing, tears flowing. Emphatic statements
that started with “You never…”, “You always…”, and my personal favorite “You
treat me like a slave…” came spewing from his lips. After 45 minutes of talking
and time-outs (for me, not him) things finally calmed down and we were able to
complete the assignment.
I had texted my husband to
let him know we would be home when he got home because of the fit. (Normally we
go to Tae Kwon Do). Over dinner the normal “how was your day?” became “So what
happened today?” And just as calmly Little Big Boy Man said “I didn’t want to
do spelling.” That’s it! All that drama over 10 little spelling words.
The lesson learned: our
son masterfully uses temper-tantrums to avoid doing things he does not wish to
do but knows he has to anyway. When this would happen in the past, I would go
into worry mode. I would engage him at the level he was at. I would cajole,
reason, and often yell back. Solving
nothing and making everything worse. After my light bulb moment, I have found
that if I don’t engage him during those times he will usually give up the fit
and talk to me instead.
