This boy is two. He screamed the entire way home from the park this morning. Then he screamed and kicked as I tried to get him out of the car seat when we got home. His tantrum escalated until he screamed so much, in the garage, that he made himself throw up. I carried him upstairs under one arm praying out loud, "God of wonders... Give us peace." But, he kept trying to kick me in the throat/face the entire time I was changing his diaper and clothes. His poor little face was so red from all his screaming. After his diaper change, I scooped him up in my arms, with his legs still kicking, and rocked him in his chair until he calmed down. I put my hand over his heart and gently whispered to him until his heart slowed down, and he stopped crying. Then he settled down enough to quietly listened to books. I read his three favorite books, and then sang him a few songs as he drifted off to sleep in my arms. As I carried him over to his bed I looked down at his little face. It wasn't red anymore. He was peacefully asleep. Thank you God! I survived another tantrum.
And I love you little buddy. I really do. Two year old tantrums and all.
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