Things turned ugly fast. Ryan started whining almost instantly, but I felt I could still get the one thing I needed. And I did, but not without paying a price. The whining continued, so I told Ryan that we were going home, and not into the big part of the mall.
This is not what he wanted to hear. A MAJOR tantrum ensued. And I mean MAJOR. I got him in the stroller and started for the car. I could have given in and taken him into the mall, but he was not being rewarded for THIS behavior. So, our journey to the car began. He climbed out of the stroller immediately, then collapsed on the floor in a bit of rage, screaming uncontrollably. I was mortified. I quickly moved Kendall from the front pack to the stroller so I could pick Ryan up. It was not a pretty site, I'm sure, but I didn't care at this point. I was pushing the stroller while carrying an enraged child. I just wanted to get to the car.
Ryan continued to scream. I'd make it 5 steps before he'd wiggle away from me and I'd have to stop to pick him up again. This was not working. I tried reasoning with him in a calm voice, but he could not calm himself down. I decided my only option (besides beating the kid) was to strap him in the front pack. And I did. This made him even more furious (if that was even possible), but it worked. We made it to the car.
The rampage didn't stop there, though. I got Ryan in the car, closed the door, then worked on getting Kendall, the diaper bag and the stroller inside without Ryan escaping. No luck. The little bugger managed to get the sliding door open on the van! Thankfully, I got there just in time before he escaped into the parking lot. I was getting quite angry at this point, but kept my cool.
Then the battle really escalated. I tried talking to him, but he was in such a rage he could not even focus (please tell me this is normal 3 year old behavior...because it did not seem normal to me). He stiffened up his entire body, so I couldn't get him buckled in his car seat. I tried to get him to relax, but he wouldn't. He continued to fight me. I knew the only way to end the episode was to get him buckled and get home. And I finally did after quite a battle. He screamed the entire way to the house, and for 15 minutes longer at home. And then it was over.
I'm second guessing myself today. Did I handle it the right way? I should have done this. I should have done that. I know I did my best under the crazy circumstances, but still wonder if I could have done better. Could I have avoided it? I guess I'll never know, but I do know I won't be taking Ryan to the mall for a very long time....at least not without back-up.
| He looks sweet and innocent...but don't be fooled! |