We recently went on vacation to Myrtle Beach, SC and had a great time! I have a few blogs to share with you that came to mind while there.
One specific day was awesome day with our son. Most were, but this story is about one day in particular.
I mean it. It was a storybook kind of day on our vacation at the beach.
We went to the beach in the morning. He ran, destroyed sand castles, jumped waves and got buried in the sand. He was a happy little man and had us all enjoying our time.
We all walked to lunch a few blocks away so we could eat beachside and have a fun drink. We pushed him on his tricycle the whole way there too. He even got a virgin strawberry daiquiri and felt so cool.
When we got back he took a long nap. My husband and I snuck away for some beach time until grandma and pap met us at the pool with him.
We swam together, dunked, splashed. You name it, we did it.
We convinced him to head upstairs for dinner and we all got ready then headed to a nice delicious dinner out. He even danced to a live band near the restaurant afterwards. He was making people laugh that were around us and making us chuckle at his little dance moves.
Then we take a turn and all shit breaks lose.
We went to the park for a few rides on the big kids slide because he wants to be a big kid so bad. We followed him around a bit and then suggested ice cream. Afterall, it is vacation.
He picked his flavor of cake batter, said “thank you,” waved bye to the gentleman who scooped it for him… and then saw the merry-go-round.
Grandma lit up and offered to take him so my husband found where to buy tickets for it. In that moment my son geeked out and decided he wanted the choo choo train ride instead.
There was no convincing him otherwise.
We had to go buy additional tickets and then the train came in and he ran right to the engine, where he cannot ride, and when told no he flipped his lid. The guy running this stood still while my husband tried to wrangle him into the one to ride and my mom attempted to convince him to go in.
It was a total disaster.
My husband became irritated, my mom wasn’t sure what to do to help, my dad stepped back and I came to grab my son saying enough was enough because he didn’t need to ride it. The other kids had loaded and were ready to go.
We were those people with the tantrum driven toddler making a scene. Initiate instant sweat and the “WTF” mode. When I say “those people,” I’m referring to the ones you judged before you had kids and wondered why they would LET their kid act that way or be so ridiculous.
Let me be clear. My husband and I do not tolerate his crap, but realistically, he is two years old and emotions are hard as well as trying to get him to understand why he can or cannot do things. Another blog to come regarding this topic. 😊
My dad handed our tickets to another kid to ride something while we wrangled in the heathen, my sweet son everyone sees him as.
He was hitting my husband out of anger because again, emotions are hard for a 2 year old, while crying so I took him from my husband thinking I could calm him down, as we began the longest journey back to our car. A 5 minute walk… which I could not change his upset mind to calm down and I became the target of hitting and screaming.
I had to grab those tiny hands of his numerous times to stop him from hitting me while explaining since he didn’t listen it was time to go home.
Any parent knows where this lead to.
The surf board carry.
Absolutely embarrassed, we stuck to staying as calm as we could walking past so many people. You can feel either judgement or acceptance from the parents that get it from having to do the same walk before. I did see a few moms look at me with a smile of understanding seeing us go by. It gave me a very teeny tiny sense of relief knowing they were not going to call the cops thinking we were kidnapping him.
I eventually had to tag my husband in again to take him from me. But we made it to the car. Sweaty pits and all… on me, that is.
I was so pissed off at my son I had to ignore him for a moment to calm myself down so I didn’t snap because he doesn’t understand if I would. (I have in the past.) And both my parents are in the car with us reassuring my husband and I how he did so good all day up until that point and basically saying they get it and not to be embarassed.
When we got back to our hotel it was immediately bed time. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
Thing was, he knew he messed up at this point because mama meant business and wasn’t giving in like usual.
He begged me to put him to bed.
I had to.
I needed to tell him why I was mad and why he cannot hit me or anyone. But more importantly I had to let him know I still love him even when he is angry.
We laid together for 20 minutes while he wound down. I got my good night kiss and squeezed him tight. He went to bed happy and the tears stopped. My heart hurt though because of the situation we had.
The real point is that two year olds are perfectly tough. We had the very best day with him. Then we didn’t.
I couldn’t finish the day allowing him or myself to be unhappy with one another. Sure, I am still upset it ended the way it did and even apologized to my parents for his behavior and having to leave but they get it.
Kids are learning life and we have to help the best we can, even if it is by doing the surf board carry past tons of people either judging us or accepting us knowing they did it before too.
I struggled, he struggled, but man, I love him and still know we had the best day.
If your kids have a major meltdown and you do the surfboard carry, welcome to parenting. You’re doing alright, I promise!