A few weeks ago, during my period of silence, Rio had the biggest tantrum she has had in years. She screamed. She cried. She kicked our dinner guests in the shins. She was carried bodily off to bed and tucked in with as much gentleness and love as I could manage, but no stories.
An hour later, she woke up. Screaming.
I went upstairs to find her sitting on her baby sister, hitting her and screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Rio!” I said. “Stop! What are you doing?!”
She turned her tearful face to me and sobbed, “She’s being ANNOYING.”
Serena was, for the record, fast asleep. And remained fast asleep while I tucked Rio into bed.
Also for the record: oh, honey, I know. I have a little sister too. She’s cute as a button, with a halo of blonde curls just like Serena has. She’s three years younger than me, just like Serena. And she was annoying, even in her sleep. I know.
But you still can’t get up at midnight and beat on her while she dreams cute dreams.
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JeninCanada Reply:
September 15th, 2010 at 1:03 pm
If gentleness and love are not your watchwords with everything your child does, YOU need parenting classes.
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