When My Child Has a Tantrum in Public

I’m sitting in my car as this scene unfolds in front of me: A young mother walks into a coffee shop with her toddler. It’s late afternoon, and she is probably going in for her caffeine fix to get her through the rest of her grueling day. Minutes later she is back outside with her now screaming toddler, no coffee in hand.  I can only imagine what went transpired inside (I’ve been there a million times!). You just want to quickly run in, grab your coffee and go. But something sets your child off….either they want one of the little treats strategically placed at their eye level, or they have thrown themselves on the floor in front of a crowd of nosy observers. But the good news is that it seems like this mom has it under control. She has willingly given up her coffee for the more important lesson of the moment…If you are going to throw a tantrum, I am going to scoop you up and walk out.   I’m curious now, so I sit in my car wondering what she will do next. She has her child in her arms, he is wailing and violently thrashing his arms and legs. But she is totally cool and collected. A few words whispered in his ear, and nice pat on the back and then…..OH NO, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!! A total and complete stranger is walking up to her trying to talk to her child! Are you serious lady? Do you REALLY think you are going to get this child to calm down? I have always...

Wake up Mommy

Ummm, it’s early. Too early for me to wake up, since it is not my turn to drive carpool. But someone is tapping me….. ”Mommy?” “What is it honey? Are you ready to go? Carpool should be here soon.” “Mommy, can you get up? I need to show you something. I, um, I did something last night….” As I roll in the semidarkness, dreading the fact that I have to get up on the ONE day that I get to sleep in, I begin to process the last statement I heard. You DID something? What exactly did you DO? I manage to open my eyes only to see my adorable 8-year-old daughter standing at my bedside. What my dear did you DO that is so important that you need to wake me up to tell me about it? “Mommy look. No, you have to open your eyes to see.” In the darkness of my room, I have no idea what she is talking about. I reach over to turn on the lights, only to be confronted by a sight that makes me want to yell and laugh at the same time. Take a deep breath I tell myself and pretend like it is no big deal. Just act like this is a normal site for a mother to wake up to. Remain calm, and take deep breaths. Have her tell you the “story” of how she did this. “Well, last night……..while you and Daddy were out…….. I decided I didn’t like my uni-brow.” UNI-BROW???!!! What the hell does an 8 year old know about a UNI-BROW??? (Oh yah, calm...