I realize that I have probably mentioned this before, that Max is showing his fair share of toddler tantrums. I am still trying to navigate this. Usually I just want to cover my ears and run. But I understand this not the most positive response. So as I am feeling my way around this "stage", I am trying to remind myself that #1 nothing lasts forever, and #2 what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
This was until today.
Today, as I took my phone away from Max, he began to throw his tantrum. He flung his miniature body to the ground and began to wail. I tried to redirect, showing him his cars, book, milk etc. It didn't work. I was sitting next to him when he flung his body on to mine. Not, unusual. He does this often. I just let him. But then I felt his tiny, sharp, needle teeth sink into my skin.
I yanked him off my back and yelled...
NO! NO BITE.
Sat him down, with some force, and ran away.
I was pissed! So pissed. And maybe a tad irrational. But you know that feeling, like when you stub your toe and you yell really bad words. Perhaps worse than the typical F*#K.
Anyways, I ran to my deck; swearing, slammed the door and watched as Max screamed for me. Tears running down his face.
I pretended they were "I'm sorry tears", "You're a wonderful mama and how could I have hurt you". But we all know that wasn't what he was screaming.
No, he was probably screaming, "give me back that damn phone".
What doesn't kill us.....right?