Mumbles … Tantrum

I was one of those lucky parents… my daughter never really had a fit or threw a temper tantrum. I am not sure how it came to pass, but my daughter was really a very good child. I can only recall one outburst she had on the way into a restaurant and I just held her until it passed and then she was fine and we went in to eat.

I recall one time as a toddler, her being insistent on doing something she wasn’t supposed to (I can’t even recall what it was) and after multiple warnings I gave her a small slap on the back of her hand. Oh, the look on her face was like I had just killed her best friend! She was so shocked and stunned. Then after she thought about it for a minute, she began to cry. Of course I had instantly felt bad but had to keep a straight face and explain through the tears that it was not allowed. She never did it again.

We had the standard talk with her about not putting anything into the VCR (do you remember those? ) and one day she walked right up to her Dad and confessed to putting something into the VCR. Of course we couldn’t punish her for telling the truth.

Even in her teenage years she was a good child. Did good in school and had her little circle of friends that would come by. Aside from the one who tried to eat us out of house and home, they were all pretty good too.

She has made my life so special and I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter. No notes sent home from school, no visits from the police, no late night calls of distress of any kind and never a tantrum. Yep, I am truly a lucky one.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tantrum

Mumbles… Tantrum

Working 20 years as a cashier I saw my share of tantrums at the checkout. Often the parents worn down and tired would give in to the child and buy them candy or the toy they carried through the store. The customers I had to cringe about were the ones who would let their kids play, chew on and drool all over a toy then ask ME to take it from the child who would no doubt start to have at least a good loud scream. If you don’t have the courage to disappoint your own kids once in a while the future for them is doomed to be a major disappointment.

There is also the disgusting fact that the child had placed their germs all over the toy ready to spread them to whoever next needs a shopping pacifier. It made me wipe down a toy or two for my daughter before I would ever let her touch it.

I know when I was growing up I can’t ever recall being allowed to play with something we were not going to buy. When did the stores become playgrounds? I better stop typing now or I might just get mad enough to throw a tantrum about half-hearted parenting.