Dear Angry Little Person,
This evening was a doozy, my angry little person. You fought with your brother over the placement of game pieces in Candy Land, so much so that the game got put away before the first spin. You called me “poopy” when I told you that you had lost time on your tablet for not listening to me. I had to ask you at least 14 times to get undressed for your bubble bath. You screamed and screeched when your brother was holding your toy dragon and wanted to sit in the tub with you. You sweetly asked me, “Mommy, can I pleeaase use the tablet,” but quickly went back to hollering after I calmly answered, “No.”
My angry little person- I had to close the bathroom door because your yells were starting to hurt my ears. I took your little brother out of the tub after a quick wash so he wasn’t subjected to your ear-piercing screams. It’s doubtful you even heard me tell you to dry off and get your jammies on through your relentless fits of rage.
It makes my heart hurt to see you get so angry. To have you go from my sweet, happy boy to a screaming lunatic when you don’t get your way. Some days I wonder if I’ve been too lenient and if I haven’t been stern enough with my nos.
But I also get it. You are still so young, my angry little person. Your emotions come so strongly and you are still learning how to deal with them. There are times I wish I could scream and holler and call people names too. I don’t because it’s socially unacceptable for me, a grown woman, to throw a temper tantrum. I’ve also learned the consequences of name-calling and fighting with the people I care about. I hope to teach these important lessons to you, but for now, I’m trying to appreciate the uncensored reactions you have to the world around you.
I know you might be trying to hurt my feelings when you act this way. I know you’re feeling hurt. I hope you also know that I love you no matter what you do or say. I will do my best to take a deep breath and to help you work through your momentary rage. When you are ready for a hug, I’ll be right here to give it to you. When you erupt and spew out “I hate you,” I will tell you that I love you.
You’re quick to be angry but you’re also quick to love, quick to laugh, and quick to be silly. You are only six years old, after all.
So while you cool off, I’ll be hanging up your wet towel, putting your dirty clothes in the hamper, and doing what I can to continue to take care of you, my sometimes angry little person. The world can be tough and you’ll have big feelings, so just know that I’ll be here to help you through them.
I love you,