Dear Amazing Mummy,
Have another sticker.
Love LordCurd (“GuestPost”*)
P.S From LadyCurd- originally this letter didn’t take the sticker chart quite in the spirit which it was intended. I added a P.S to the original but I decided in the end to rewrite it how I should have taken it, coz it’s my blog and I can rewrite history like that if I want too. Also since I earned another sticker I can now continue gathering evidence of being an amazing mummy if social services ever pop by. *preens*
*P.P.S This is a lie, LadyCurd wrote it.
I’m so so sorry that I smacked you on Wednesday. I always swore I wouldn’t be one of those parents using brute force to manage the behaviour of someone so much smaller than myself. That just isn’t right.
I was so tired after your sister had kept me up all night and sad because we’d had a rubbish time at a new Playgroup I tried to get us out of the house. You insisted on climbing into the carseat by yourself and as this is usually fine once you started climbing up I went round to clip you your sister in on the other side, except you climbed down again and started to run off in the carpark. I had to leave your sister balanced precariously and run and grab you and try and put you into the carseat, which of course caused a major tantrum and you were kicking, pinching, biting and wriggling so much I couldn’t get you strapped in, your sister was screaming, you were screaming and I was shouting and I’m so sorry that in that split second I momentarily lost it and smacked your leg- not with full force I hasten to add but enough to make you look at me with betrayed hurt and shock as you cried. I cried too.
I got you strapped in and apologised to you and tried to explain. We had a kiss and a cuddle and I think you have forgiven me as you said in your charmingly cute way “thankyou mummy” when we got out of the car at home (before trying to run off down the street again- sigh)
I know you are just a tiny demanding forcefully determined and independent toddler figuring out the world and I know I need to figure out other ways of managing your behaviour rather than resorting to a smack. With hindsight I should have closed the car door on you so you were safe and gone round to strap your screaming and precariously balanced sister in – giving you the time and space to calm down and to sit in your carseat yourself (your issue is everything at the minute is “no! Oddler do it” and a tantrum if we try to help, before sometimes a small voiced “mummy help”) but then hindsight is a wonderful thing.
Anyhow I love you so so much and I promise to work really hard on it not happening again but if you wouldn’t mind hurrying up through the truly terrible two’s that would be lovely.
Dear Darling Tantrumming Toddler,
Before I became a mum I used to see other parents of you and judge them for ignoring and neglecting you and feel so sorry for the poor little screaming wailing kicking biting pinching ball of snotty fury.
And then I acquired one of my own. Now I get it. There is no reasoning with you, there is no point trying to pander to you/give in to you (you’ll thank me for that one day), I will do my best to distract you out of it before one starts and will always make sure you are safe while having one. But then my lovely angry ball of snotty fury I am just going to leave you to get on with it and once it’s over we will go back to sunshine and cuddles.
Oh but I might have to take a pic or two to embarrass you when you are older.
Your loving MummyCurd