Learning to deal with toddler tears and tantrums

Dealing with toddler tantrums graphic
Dealing with toddler tantrums graphic

It really is hilarious the amount of the NYFW coverage that was focused on the front row tantrums of baby daughter of Kimye, North West. The old me, as in pre-baby, probably would have been pretty unsympathetic, with thoughts ranging from 'Just control your child' to 'If I had a kid they would never do that' going through my mind.

Fast forward however to the present day and I am eating my damn words. I am also finding myself with unexpected feelings of sympathy and solidarity towards Kim, mainly due to North and Mia-Rose being born a month apart. Admittedly, Kim handled it like a mama should and didn't simply palm her off on the nanny so that she could continue to watch the show (which to be fair must have been a pretty tempting option), especially with the toddler tantrum taking place whilst seated next to Bey/Jay and Anna Wintour . When I watched the video and saw the pics, North's face actually started mutate into Mia's, seriously!

My bubba is now a toddler who is rapidly getting a handle of what she likes and dislikes, and what she does and doesn't want to do. And so the inevitable temper tantrums have started. It isn't until we are out in public that I really started to notice them, at home it is easy, "No Mia you can't open the oven, it's dangerous' which is often followed by a stamp of the foot, a scream and general hysteria. It is responded to with either ignoring her and waiting for her to cool down, repeatedly explaining why 'said' activity isn't such a good idea or the good old fall back and when in doubt - distract, distract, distract. But when it happens in public, well that is a whole other matter.

We experienced the first public tantrum in Westfield Shopping Centre a few weeks ago. She was that child. We had been in a kids clothes shop, she wanted to peruse the clothes. We did not and she was not happy. Like Imelda Marcos being dragged away from her shoe collection, nothing could pacify her, not rice cakes, not biscotti, not a banana or water or any of the other items in the changing bag which I desperately recovered to present to her. She wanted to be carried and then once in my arms she wanted to walk. It was meltdown city. And it felt as though the whole of Westfield was looking.

It was really bloody stressful but its early days and as time goes on, I'm sure I'll get more used to them and she will hopefully stop having them, but alas that is a while away. I'm not sure if it will help when she starts talking, maybe she'll feel less frustrated by being able to tell me the specific thing she wants and then at least I know exactly what the hell it is I am refusing.

Steph from Don't Buy Her Flowers wrote a post on her fab blog Sisterhood and all that about tantrums which had me laughing into my gin and it was lovely to know that we all go through it.

Just one piece of advice to my new compatriot Kim K, maybe don't take North to fashion shows. I don't think she likes them ; )

Image via Daily Mail
Image via Daily Mail