This morning we woke up to the sounds of K-man rising.
"Where Papa, where the Papa?!" He called from his bed. This early morning ritual has been creeping to be earlier and earlier. I don't complain. I like getting into work soon after 7AM and am generally an early riser. But this morning, he decided to shut the door to his room and to assume the position (standard lying on belly spread out crying) and throw a tantrum. My husband, exasperated, left him to it and returned to bed.
So I get up, knock on his door and the door opens. It slams back shut before I can even see him.
I open the door and carefully enter so as not to get squashed. Sat on the floor as he assumed the position and patted his back and offered him to cry on me. Of course, he was happy for the attention and finished his sniffs and was happy to have his nose blown.
At some point not long after, he sits up and with a clear face asks, "Milk?!"
Aquiescing, we go into the kitchen and I take every step to let him help me with the microwave door. He is happy and we take the warm milk back to my bed and he climbs in with the help of his Papa.
I'm left wondering, what goes on in the head of a toddler? They can't communicate their needs and their emotional state tends to take precedence. The ease at which they become frustrated because adults don't take the time to listen to them or to let them help when they want to be like a big kid. I feel for him. At the same time, our household is a no-nonsense state where if he's crying, there usually has to be a reason. I recognize when he's generally in a mood that can easily trigger a tantrum and take steps to distract him and to help neutralize the tendancy. For that reason, when he has a tantrum, they are generally short lived and he is a sweet smiling child thereafter.
I couldn't help but feel some joy in having had that interaction with my son this morning. I'm one step closer to understanding him and he's one step closer to being understood.