Every once in a while the sound of my husband getting ready for work early in the morning will wake our daughter up. Usually, she'll ask him for a drink, or to quiet down and then she'll crawl back into bed and fall back asleep.
This morning, she woke up at 4:30 am and never went back to sleep.
I knew that this meant REALLY bad news later that afternoon when she came home from school. A Tired My Daughter is a GRUMPY My Daughter.
After I finished picking up all 3 kids from 3 different schools (hate! driving! so! much!) I decided to make a quick trip to Trader Joe's to get a few things for dinner (and also- pumpkin butter.) This wasn't very smart parenting. I knew my daughter had been up since 4:30 in the morning. I should have went straight home and put her down for a nap. But, I also knew that if I didn't go to buy groceries, we'd end up ordering a pizza or some other unhealthy food for dinner. So... to Trader Joe's we went.
By the time we got home, my daughter was physically and mentally exhausted.
My husband was home from work, so I asked him to take care of her so I could get back to work.
"Please, put her down for a short nap." I asked.
15 minutes later I hear crying from the kitchen.
"But, daddy! I want to make strawberry juice!"
"No, sweetie. You can't smash the strawberries to make strawberry juice. Mommy bought strawberry lemonade. Why don't you drink that?"
"BUT I WANT TO MAKE STRAWBERRY JUUUUUUUICE" she cried, as she ran down the hall towards my bedroom.
She walked up to me and started crying. "daddy won't let me smash the strawberries to make strawberry juuuuice."
I was annoyed.
Annoyed that my husband had not put her down for a nap. Annoyed that my daughter was whining over SMASHING STRAWBERRIES. Annoyed that no one seemed to care that I was working.
I took her by the hand (ANNOYED!) walked her over to my husband (ANNOYED!) and asked him to kindly PUT HER DOWN FOR A NAP BECAUSE SHE IS SO TIRED AND I HAVE TO WORK AND PLEASE DO IT NOW. (ANNOYED!)
Oh, The Drama!
She started crying and saying mean things like "I don't like your face, Daddy!" Completely out of character, for her. She adores her daddy and never talks to him like that.
"You don't talk to your father that way!" He snapped back at her.
"But I don't like you with your glasses! They're ugly!" She cried.
I knew that the things she was saying were completely out of line and unacceptable, he had every right to be upset.
I also knew how exhausted she was.
I got up to intervene.
I pulled my husband aside.
"Be gentle with her." I said. "She's very tired."
He seemed confused. Did I not just hear the way she was talking to him? Did I not think it was inappropriate?
"I know what she was saying wasn't okay. But I also know she woke up at 4:30 this morning and is a complete mess emotionally. She's exhausted."
He couldn't wrap his mind around what I was saying. In his mind, her behavior was unacceptable and he had every right to scold her.
He picked her up, put her in her bed and walked out.
A few minutes later, I heard angrily flipping around in her bed.
I didn't like what I heard. She WAS being bratty. What she was doing wasn't okay. I could have been upset with her. I knew I needed to go into her room and deal with her. But I wasn't quite sure how I would handle the situation.
I took a deep breath.
I walked into her bedroom.
I laid next to her on her bed. Instead of scolding her, I wrapped my arms tightly around her tired little body. She fought it at first. But then, she melted into my arms and broke down.
"I know, sweetie. You're so tired. You don't feel good. It's okay, mama. Just close your eyes."
She wept softly into my chest as I ran my fingers through her shiny, long hair.
Within 5 minutes, she was asleep.
I could have went into her room when I heard her flipping about angrily in her bed and shouted at her to "STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" But I chose to go with a loving embrace instead. Because, as unhappy as I was with the way she was acting, I knew that was what she needed.
Today I learned that sometimes when our children push us away the hardest is when they need our gentle, loving arms to hold them close to us the most.







This made me all sniffly. You are so right. SO. VERY. RIGHT.
*hugs*
Nice job Mama.
P.S. Did your husband read this post and did it help him understand?