2.2 - Temper Tantrum
By Aunt_HeatherPiper on May 03, 2013
A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough. ~Bruce Lee
When Kyle was just a baby, he would throw the typical child temper tantrum. Nicole used to say "2.2" every time this happened. Meaning, Kyle's attitude would change from pleasant little boy to screaming little demon in about 2.2 seconds, literally. It was actually hilarious. Kyle would be a happy baby one minute, then he would get this wrinkle between the eyebrows just before the tears flowed. 2.2! This behavior didn't last very long, usually, nor did it happen frequently. But enough to notice the signs and recognize the storm brewing. Of course, it was a very short window of detection, if at all. Then again, sometimes I provoked the winds to start brewing.
Certainly, once the tantrums started, I couldn't help but antagonize the clearly upset child. Not so much when he was an infant, but definitely by the time he was able to walk. Then, there were those other occasions, when I would nudge his behavior just to get a rise out of him. Not to be mean. No! I was teaching Kyle valuable life lessons, early. Sort of.
Example time! I know, I've talked about this before, but it warrants another pass. Kyle loved his matchbox cars. Yes, he would drive them around but mostly he would line them up on the coffee table, very precisely bumper to bumper, trunk to hood. He did this in long perfect, well thought out rows, until the entire coffee table was covered in cars. It was quite amazing watching him spend all that time creating a used car parking lot. Every now and again, just to throw him off his game, I wait for him to turn around to retrieve another car to add, and my foot would happen to tip the coffee table over so all the cars rolled off. Now it's not as bad as it sounds. Yes it was hilarious, especially the first time when he was in utter shock and didn't understand what had happened. Then he got wise to me. 2.2!
On a side note, what was the life lesson for tormenting the child? I wanted him to get used to things disrupting his perfection, his obsessive compulsive behavior. I wanted him to be able to handle things not going his way, and throwing a monkey wrench in his system so he would learn to adjust. Did it work? Yes and no. I'll talk about that one day.
It would be completely inaccurate to say that most tantrums were not caused by me, or involved me to some degree. But I will admit, they were not all started because of my antagonistic personality. Kyle played a role and lent a helping hand to bring on the 2.2. But then again, I may have prolonged the fit of rage, a bit. Especially when the tantrum involved his bottle!
You see, Kyle loved his bottle, much like myself when I was a baby. When he would get mad, to show his disdain, he would get up, walk out the front door onto the porch and toss that bottle as hard as he could into the yard. This was done with a permanent scowl look on his face. We would all laugh, just because he was too comical. Seriously! I would say, "I guess he's mad" and then Nicole would turn to me and say, "2.2". Usually that was my cue to torment a little. He was way too adorable to pass up and hilarious. I couldn't resist! Always retrieving the discarded milk vessel, I made sure it eventually made its way back to Kyle. If he was really upset or angry, he would show me, with a glare that could have melted ice, while going back whence he came, and tossing the bottle off the porch returning it to the grassy plain.
What caused such behavior? ...
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