A few months back, Declan, our then-4-year-old, got into some trouble. I don’t know if he was extra tired at the time, or what, but whatever the reason, it really hurt his feelings when Randy corrected him.
When he got up from his nap, he was sitting with Randy at the table having a bit of snack, and a ‘combersation’. Those two are like two little old men when they ‘combersate’. Cracks me up.
Anyway, he mentioned to Randy that his feelings had been hurt when Randy raised his voice at him. Randy apologized, and also proceeded to tell Declan that more than anything, when he gets upset at Declan, or any of the kids, he is actually mad at himself for not doing a better job of guiding them and helping them avoid such issues. They discussed this part for a good bit.
It was a sweet little conversation, that ended with a hug and snuggles, and promises, from both, to do better.
Fast forward 2 days. We were working on a deadline and Declan kept pestering us about something, as only a 4 year old can do. Our office is a loft space that overlooks the living room. This is perfect for keeping an eye on them, but difficult when you need quiet and absolute focus.
Randy got on him for it, and Declan left the room in an irritated huff, and a “Fine!” (and maybe a head-snap, for good measure…)
Three minutes later, he was standing quietly at the front door below us, staring outside.
“You know what Riggy?” (the kid’s name for Randy) …
(pauses… and waits… to know he has our attention)
“You are really just mad at yourself.”
Score = One for Team Littles!
