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While Charlie has turned a corner into an annoying phase that I hope ends in the next seven seconds, Tilly has entered one that I hope never ends.
My sweet girl threw her first full-on violent tantrum about a week after she turned one. From then until about a week ago, her tantrums were something that the whole family just ignored and worked around.
I’m not gonna lie. They have brought me to tears on numerous occasions. They have made me question my mothering, and wonder if something I had done had sentenced her to a lifetime of unhappiness. I felt like every tantrum was a reflection on me. And then one day I became desensitized. I discovered that fighting them just made them worse, and (more importantly) made them last longer.
It hurt my heart, but I started ignoring her when she would throw a tantrum, we all did. It became so much a part of our day, that it would barely interrupt a conversation. If we were home, everyone would just simply leave the room and let her cry until she would finish, come to where we were and announce “Tilly’s ok!” And she’d be greeted with hugs and kisses.
In public, once she threw herself down, the fight wasn’t worth it. Don’t touch her. I’d just stand over her to make sure no one stepped on her. Over time, her tantrums became less intense. And recently, they started disappearing.
Instead, she started snuggling.
I love this. I want her to stay this way forever.