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#TheTerribleThrees
This weekend, my fiance Kyle and I went to Target to do our weekly shopping. We finished up with our list and headed for the checkout; as we approached we could hear a screaming child. “Someone’s pissed.” I said casually. “I’d go with a little more than pissed!” Kyle exclaimed. I tried explaining to him that both Haylie and Rylee scream and cry like that more often than not when they are pissed off, that’s why I’m always saying, “Oh, they’ll live.” It’s not because I am mean, although Kyle thinks I am, it’s because I just know the difference between a “my feelings are hurt” cry, an “I physically hurt myself bring bandaids” cry, and an “I am pissed because you won’t give me what I want” cry. After years of “studying” children as well learning their different cries, this kid wailing at register #9 was definitely PISSED. We rounded the corner and chose the line next to the screaming child even though I begged Kyle to go in his line because it was shorter.
I looked over at what appeared to be the boy and his mother and to my complete surprise his mom was reading a magazine while making a soft “Shhhhhh” sound. Unfortunately, we were all waiting in the longer than usual Saturday lines and she really had no choice but to either leave or wait it out. Over and over the I’m assuming three-year-old screamed “I WANT IT!!!!!” Once in a while his mom would interject softly and say, “No” or “You already have that same one, I am not getting you another one”, and one time she even said “Sorry buddy, I am not giving in to you just because you’re screaming in the middle of a crowded store.” I wanted to start singing, “Did you ever know that you’re my herrroooo”, but I refrained. Kyle turned to me and said, “Well this situation certainly calls for nanny-knows-best doesn’t it?” Shocked I replied, “Absolutely not. That lady is doing everything right, I actually want to go shake her hand!” It is such a rarity to see a mother standing her ground even when her child is making the most epic scene in the entire world. I am not kidding, about thirty people stood in line watching this unfold.
Eventually they got up to the cashier and the boy continued to scream, “I want it”. The cashier asked, “How old is he?” His mom replied, “Three.” Knew it. Score one for me. I swear, whoever came up with this whole “terrible twos” thing was a liar; it’s terrible threes all the way. Finally the lady paid for her items and headed out the door with the little boy still screaming. That was a solid ten minute scream sesh, he had some impressive lung capacity! I couldn’t help but laugh as we watched them walk away still in awe of the woman’s abilities to a. keep calm, b. not give in, and c. appear to not even notice all the people staring. I really do have so much respect and admiration for mothers especially this mother that decided not giving in was worth more than all of Target’s ear drums and sanity. I know its not easy but the reward can be so worth it: a child that listens and doesn’t have fits in public places or even at home for that matter! Dream with me people...dream with me.