When I became a parent, I worried about plenty of things, but tantrums were not one of them. I spent most of my teen years babysitting, taking on the tantrums of more than 20 different children. I was confident I could negotiate my way out of a hostage situation with the ease of a trained professional.
That is, until I met my daughter. This kid has BIG feelings. Huge. Most often they’re great feelings, but when they’re not ... RUN!
For months, I dreaded those explosive meltdowns, but she gradually outgrew them. Now that tantrums are few and far between, I’ve actually come to miss them. What kind of maniac would WANT tantrums, you ask? You’re lookin’ at her.
Whether you’re terrified of the terrible twos or have a deviant threenager on your hands, take a deep breath. The tears, the flying legs, the sadistic demands, the dirty looks from passersby in the cereal aisle — they’re all worth it. Here’s why I embraced tantrums, and why you should, too.