As my wife and I drive home with our thrashing, screeching three-year-old strapped into his car seat, my husband laments, “What if he’s a little tyrant forever?” I chuckle nervously, “It has to be a phase, right?” But with this being our first child, I was left questioning everything. After all, who was to say that our sweet baby wouldn’t evolve into a permanent whirlwind of rage and tantrums?
What could have possibly triggered this drastic transformation in just a month? We had sailed through the so-called “terrible twos” with relative ease. Surely, things would settle down as we approached the golden years before adolescence. Yet, the person who coined the term “the terrible twos” must have taken an extended vacation during his child’s third year.
Yes, our darling boy had his moments at two, but nothing could have prepared me for the storm that erupted just after his third birthday.
One afternoon, during a chaotic trip to Target, my increasingly agitated son, Leo, was trapped in the shopping cart. As we inched forward in the checkout line, he squirmed and whined, desperate to escape what he viewed as a torturous confinement. I repeatedly denied his requests, thinking we were almost done, but that only fueled his fury. Just as the cashier began scanning our items, the dam broke.
“MOTHER TRUCKER! MOTHER TRUCKER! MOTHER TRUCKER!” he screamed, his tiny voice ringing out with a level of profanity I could never have imagined coming from him. I stood there, momentarily stunned. Where on earth did he pick that up? It wasn’t from me! My mind raced as I contemplated my next move, all while the teenage cashier laughed at the scene unfolding.
“Is this amusing to you? A three-year-old shouting obscenities in public?” I snapped, channeling my teacher persona. I went on, “This kid looks up to you, and you’re teaching him that this behavior is acceptable. How disappointing!” My reaction may have been a bit over the top, but I was at my wits’ end.
This Target incident was soon followed by a fierce showdown with our daughter, Mia, who had a meltdown over a pair of shoes that didn’t fit. “I WANT THEM! I WANT THEM!” she screamed, thrashing on the floor like a wild animal.
“I understand, but they don’t fit. Let’s try your sparkly ones,” I suggested, trying to keep my cool. “NO! I WANT THOSE!” she bellowed, intensifying the chaos. I quickly realized I had forgotten to plan for a potential tantrum buffer in my morning schedule.
“Okay, let’s just put them on already,” I urged through gritted teeth, but I soon found myself wrestling with a flailing 28-pound child. It was 6:15 a.m. on a cold winter morning, and the darkness of the hour made the scene all the more embarrassing. As I struggled to get her into the van, I couldn’t help but feel like a kidnapper making off with a reluctant victim.
In a moment of inspiration, as I write this, Mia is jumping on the couch, clearly disregarding the rules, when she accidentally kicks her dad in the face. I calmly direct her to the Naughty Spot, but she defiantly refuses and even spits at me.
Taking a deep breath, I start my 1-2-3 Magic routine: “One. Go to the Naughty Spot.” “NO!” she retorts, launching another spit attack. My patience is wearing thin. “Three. Move to the Naughty Spot, or you’ll miss story time tonight.” In a final act of defiance, she spits a furious raspberry in my direction.
After a battle of wills that felt like a raging storm of screams and tears, I finally manage to get her into bed. The only remedy I know for this madness? A fourth birthday.
Mia turns four at the end of December, and honestly, it can’t come soon enough.
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Summary
Parenting a three-year-old can feel like navigating a minefield of tantrums and unexpected outbursts. From shocking language to dramatic shoe battles, the challenges are endless. As children transition into their fourth year, parents often hope for a reprieve from the chaos, but each day brings new surprises.
Keyphrase: Parenting a three-year-old
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