We just returned from a trip to the mall with my mother. She wanted to take the girls to buy small gifts for a post Christmas thing – no problem. We headed into Marshall’s, one of her favorite stores, to look around.
My only stipulation was no Barbies, because they just got a set of ten for Christmas, and nothing with little pieces, because of the baby. Kendall found a toy almost right away. She is still pretty content with just about anything you give her.
Carleigh looked, and looked, and looked some more, but everything she wanted I said no to. Towards the end I told her to just wait and go with grandma another day, to another store to find something. Does that not make sense?? Why settle for something, just to get something, than to get something you really really want?
She threw the biggest tantrum she has ever thrown. EVER!
Screaming, “I hate you! I don’t like this family! I want to run away!”
Did I mention in the middle of the freaking store?? You know, where people are watching and I can’t do anything but calmly tell her to stop it, so not to have CPS called on me.
This went on for about 10 minutes, as she continued to argue with me over why she couldn’t just get a toy NOW. I stood my ground and told her, “My answer is no, and you’re not going to change my mind about it.” Trying to reason with a five year old is like asking an elephant to walk quietly, it’s just now going to happen.
My mom being there, encouraged Carleigh to say how she wanted to live with her instead, and not me.
She’s five, I get that, but damn it really hits you in the chest when your child is telling you all these awful things.
Play time was cut short because of her fit in the store, so immediately we headed back to the car. But boy was she not done yet. She insisted on ending our trip with yet another, not quite as bad, but horrible tantrum in the car.
Where she SCREAMED at me!
I wanted to beat her butt right then and there. I didn’t, and she is lucky for that.
I really thought it would be years before I heard such awful and hurtful things from her. I KNOW she doesn’t truly mean it, but it still stings.