Yesterday, I was one of those moms you see in the supermarket with a screaming toddler!
I don't know what happened, but I had to leave the grocery store because I just could not get him to stop screaming.
I used to judge those mom's myself, I used to think "why doesn't the mom do something?"
But now that I have been in those shoes, I will never again judge those moms.
My daughter and son are different as night and day. My daughter used to have her binky in her mouth until she was 2. So there were never any tantrums as long as she had her binky. This little guy is different, he is still nursing, he hates bottles and will not even look at a binky. If he wants to be comforted, he just grabs his blankie and runs to me.
So here is what happened:
Before we go anywhere, I always make sure the kids have napped, are fed and the little man nursed.
We had to make a quick run to the grocery store to pick up a few items.
This particular grocery store has little carts for kids:
Little Em wanted one, so naturally the little man wanted one to. I figured since we only have a few things to grab, they might as well both get the carts.
However, little man had a hard time steering it, he kept crashing into everything. Which is where I come in. I steered him holding the long pole... Everything was fine for the first few aisles, then he realized I was steering and had a melt down, he wanted to do it himself. But when I let him do it himself, he kept getting stuck, so he got frustrated and would start screaming. At one point he even sat on the floor, covered his eyes with his hands and was crying. I tried talking to him, comforting him, but nothing worked.
At that point I was ready to just carry him and have little Em use her shopping cart, however, He didn't like that and started screaming even more.
Oh boy. I grabbed the bagels and coffee and ran to the checkout with a screaming toddler. Many people were understanding saying their kids went through that stage. But I still felt bad and kept apologizing, because most likely they were judging me in their minds... Probably thinking that I am a bad mother.
We were out of there and guess what? He was back to normal. No more screaming or crying.
I am not sure how to handle these tantrums.
Do any of you moms have any advice?