I have been tooting my gremlin’s horn this week.
We have had a couple of friends over; my Irish bridesmaid and one of my oldest school mates and his wife. Apart from a bit of whining, the gremlin was as good as gold. She was funny and charming, played nicely and no meltdowns. We have eaten out a lot recently and she has been so well behaved; eating and entertaining herself whilst myself and my friends have had a chance to catch up.
I mentioned in my weekly round up, how good she was at the dentist; was examined and perched on my knee, watching me without any fuss.
Sooooo I was starting to think this was getting too good to be true. A week of pretty good behaviour and no meltdowns?
This suspicion was proven to be correct when we all went into town yesterday. She was vile. Wouldn’t walk, wanted to be carried and when we refused, she would throw herself on to the floror and scream. Typical toddler behaviour. Tired? Maybe. Hungry? Possibly but after lunch (her fave pizza) we had no rest bite. In fact it just got worse.
Hubby and I did the usual; tried to ignore her and just walk off. I took to hiding in the New Look entrance whilst I watched her (she could see hubby). What was good here was having a sneaky gander at the people around the gremlin and their faces. I was expecting some mutterings and potentially even some disgust. The gremlin was very loud and it was impossible to avoid her, plonked in the middle of the square in Solihull.
I was pleasantly surprised. Many people just ignored her. Others were giggling. One person spoke some supportive words to hubby and another asked me if I was her Mum hiding, whilst having a good laugh.
FINALLY! This is just how it should be. No matter how hard you try to be cool it is mortifying when your child goes into public meltdown. My blood boils and I know we have to ignore her and walk off. Trouble is the gremlin screams louder for a few seconds before picking herself up and running after us.
I find it quite funny after a while, as my inital anger melts away and what else is there to do but laugh?
Parents don’t want judgmental looks or snarky comments, they just want you to laugh along with them! Disgusted looks seriously do not help and make a fraught parent feel worse. In fact they mainly induce rage and a need for me to bite my tongue in two to avoid mouthing off. God knows most people HAVE been there (even if they try to forget or pretend their little darlings NEVER had a meltdown (bull)) so they know some supportive words and a smile if all that is needed. Smiles and giggles were what we got today and it made a meltdown a lot easier to handle and cope with.
Thanks for that today people of Solihull.
Perhaps what I shouldn’t admit is we had an exhausted daughter who fell asleep for 90 minutes when we got home. Perhaps she was tired after all? Oops.