So yesterday after church we ate lunch and hit the pool. When we came home, we all decided that we would eat dinner, watch a movie and go to bed. After baths I turned on the TV and saw High School Musical 3 was just about to begin. Nat was THRILLED!
The girls felt compelled to don dress-up clothes during the first musical number and we all danced and danced. It was great.
The only problem was that my girls kept fighting. Someone was crying about something every 5 minutes. Jules punched Nat in the back, Jules wouldn't dance with Nat so Nat pulled her hair.... you know, all that sisterly love stuff. Finally, I'd had enough and gave a tough warning "The next time you two fight, I turn the movie off."
Well, we made it through Gabriella and Troy's first duet when a blood curdling scream cut the peppy background music. I said nothing. I didn't look to see who had done what to whom. I simply walked quietly up to the TV and turned it off.
Immediately, Nat began to cry and scream. "NO! Me want movie!" (she doesn't really talk like that, she just picked this up from a friend and is in a stage, oh well.) The tantrum went on for probably 15 minutes. It could have been more or less. It just felt like forever. I knew she was VERY upset, but I also knew that I had to stand firm or my warnings would never mean anything.
Finally I put Jules to bed, took Nat into my room and we laid down, read a story and we too went to bed. It was around 8:30 pm. We needed it.
Anyway, the whole reason for the story was not an expose on her bad behavior. She really is a very good girl. All kids just have their moments and this was hers. However, I just HAD to share (and preserve for her later years) some of what was said during the tantrum. Of course, I can't remember the exact words as it went on and on, and they were shouted and blubbered through red-faced grunting and tears, but here are some examples:
"Can't you just turn the TV on so I won't have to be upset anymore? "
"I am so mad at you. You are the meanest mother. I never wanted a mother."
"But Julsie did it. She was was being mean. It's so hard with a baby sister. I was thinking we would just have one baby. When I was a little sister, you said, 'we are having another baby' and I just thought we were going to have one baby! Can't we give Julia to someone else? I just get so aspirated with her!"
ME, fighting back the laughter: "You don't really want to give Julia away, do you? Look at her over there."
"But it's just so hard with a little sister! I get so aspirated with her.
ME: "I know, I know what it is like to be the big sister. I was Aunt Jess's big sister. I know, it's hard. They bother you and be mean and then you get in trouble for it. I know it's hard honey."
"I just had it in my mind that we were just going to have one baby. She makes me so aspirated."
"Can't you turn the movie on so I won't be mad at you anymore?"
"Me want movie, me want movie, me want movie."
In the end, we read a story and cuddled. I said, "remember when you watered you flower in the sink and all the dirt came out and filled the sink and you came and got mommy and daddy? You were afraid we would be mad, but we weren't and we were happy you came and told us so we could help?"
"Yeah"
"What if I would have said, 'I never wanted a daughter like you!' How would you have felt?"
"Bad"
"How do you think mommy felt when you said, 'I never wanted a mother like you'? You don't have to answer, just think about it. Just think about how I felt."
Oh Motherhood. The Joys, Trials and Tribulations.
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