WR... he will be normal and just fine
hahahaha... joking. He'll be perfect, just like my little devil spawn
LMAO I call mine "My Demon Spawn"
My son was a HOLY TERROR when he was little. And I do not say that lightly. I spent many nights crying because I did not know how to get his little butt under control and I CANNOT hit him. I did A LOT of Praying. Then I started getting creative and learning to be firm. The advice to mimic him was AMAZING and worked every time.
Children act on impulse. They are incapable of reason. They are little animals and react, thought does not exist. If you ask them a question and they respond, “I don’t know,” they are telling the truth. They don’t know, they just do whatever pops into their little brains. Reasoning is a taught skill.
Time Out. Works but requires firmness. And only works if they are older than 2 IMO. Repetition, Repetition, Repetition, Repetition.
I was teaching my best friend how to use time out with my God Daughter last summer. She is a spoiled rotten lil chit and throws more tantrums, doesn’t mind, etc and I will not tolerate it, especially in my home.
Situation:
My best friend spent 10 years trying to have a baby without success. So Gabby is SPOILED to such an extreme that my best friend has a very hard time telling her no. I love my God Daughter but I have no problem telling her no. Gabby (3 yrs old) would ask for something, we would tell her no, she would get pissed and SCREAM, Stomp her feet etc.
I am not going to have an argument with a 3 year old. I am the adult, she is not, and she will do what she is told, or she will sit in a chair until she learns to mind. Period. There isn’t any discussion. (The following I learned when my son was 3)
My response to Gabby’s actions:
I ignore her as she screams, walking around her to the table and grab a chair. I gently place the chair facing the wall in the kitchen so that there is absolutely nothing for her to be entertained by.
I then gently picked Gabby up and placed her in the chair facing the wall, and said FIRMLY, “You can get up when you stop crying.”
She would cry louder and get up. (Repetition)
I pick her up again and placed her in the chair facing the wall, and said FIRMLY, “You can get up when you stop crying.”
She would cry louder and get up. (Repetition)
I pick her up again and placed her in the chair facing the wall, and said FIRMLY, “You can get up when you stop crying.”
This time she stayed and said to me, “Ok, I stop crying.” I asked her, “Are you sure? Are you done crying?” She replies, “Yes, I done. I sorry.” Then I let her up.
With my son I would pick him up and place him in his room and say, “If you want to scream, you scream in your room. You may come out when you are done.” Repetition, Repetition, Repetition, Repetition.
Every time he would throw a fit, I would pick him up and carry him to his room and tell him, “This is your room. If you want to scream, you scream in your room. You may come out when you are done.”
It finally got to the point that whenever he got pissed and wanted to throw a tantrum, he would RUN to his room, SLAM the door, scream and then after five minutes or so he would come out and announce, “Ok, I done,” and go back to playing as if nothing ever happened.
My thoughts are that I gave him a safe place to express his feelings without disturbing the house. He learned to put himself in time out and saved me from being the bad guy all the time.