The anger of a child told by his father: a moving testimony

When a child is overwhelmed by their emotions, it is not uncommon for them to take their parents with them in their anger, stress and sadness. Demonstration with Papa Chouch whose testimony, sincere, raw and moving, should speak to many dads and as many mothers.

On Facebook, Papa Chouch shares funny and far-fetched anecdotes about the lives of parents every day. But it also happens to him to tell his own experiences, like this February 6, 2020, after his son Maé made a very big anger, a tornado like only a kid of 2 and a half years can do.

Look :

"A tornado of anger invaded Maé … She took me with him …

Today I had to keep Maé because the crèche was on strike. Normally I am happy to spend time with him except that we are on the 7th day of strike in 2 months and that I have more and more late work.

He wakes us up at 6:15 am, as often, and already shows that it will be a tough day.
He groans a lot, does not show himself to be cooperative, annoys his brother …
I feel that the day will be long …

I must also admit that I think of all the work that I will have to do this evening because I would not have done it today and that annoys me in advance …

I take Jules to school and when I come back Maé is in pajamas. I suggest that she go get dressed and then play together.

He comes without saying anything but the wind begins to blow…

He has very dry skin so the pediatrician asked us to put cream on his belly to prevent it from scratching.
He does not want…
I explain to her for 5 minutes that it is not painful, that it is for her good, that the doctor told her that she should be put on …
He doesn't want to hear anything, so I take off his pajama top and put the cream on him, passing beyond his advice.
It will have lasted 3 seconds…

This is the time it took for Maé's emotions to no longer be contained and for him to blow all his anger on me …

He starts to scream, I finish dressing him so that he does not remain shirtless and I take him down from the changing table.

I take it upon myself because it is beyond me that he does not want to put the cream while he tells us all the time that it bothers him but hey, the reasoning in a 2 year old child is not yet achieved … is not rational.

I leave it in his bedroom and go to the living room. I hear him scream then he comes into the living room.

He rolls on the ground then starts to spit…

It drives me crazy, I punch my fist on the table, I take it and put it back in his room…

He throws everything he finds …
I come out in fury with what he has just done and try to calm me down …

Mama Chouch goes to see him to reason with him, but it is useless, he goes into a Force 5 storm and starts wanting to type it…
She takes it back and scolds him in turn …

For 4 minutes I hear him screaming with all his lungs, it tears me apart… Why does he hurt so much?

Then he comes back into the living room crying but a little calmer, I don't know …
Above all, do not speak to him first, he will come when he feels it…

He gets closer to me … When I feel it is getting good, I ask him if he wants to hug …
He jumps on me and squeezes me with all his might …
I say nothing, it is useless for the moment to speak…
We stay like that for a good minute then I ask him if he wants to play …
He says yes and goes to get a game…

The Tornado is passed by turning over his whole room …
We will tidy up later when everything has calmed down … He will do so without saying anything …

And after ?

After the sun came back…
We made board games,
We went to the park to swing,
He lost his boot and died of laughter when I tried to put it back on while he was swinging,
He ran into the park to jump in my arms,
We made pasta and he cut the butter, he was TOO happy,
We did a funny face contest with a red Babybel nose,
I told him "I love you Maé", he replied "I love you Papa",
I told her stories before the nap,
He fell asleep in 3 minutes …

Life, the Beautiful life with sometimes tornadoes that can take away the feelings of children and adults …

We talked about his anger a few hours later when he tidied up his room and of course he was sorry but that was too much for him … Too many emotions, Too many frustrations, Too little listening, Too little taking into account this he wanted…
And it was too much for me … Too early, Too much work, Too little patience, Too little understanding …

Thanks for reading me …

Kiss

P.S: The photo was taken hours after, when we hugged again, because at the time I just benefited from the return to calm. "

No parent is a robot. Like their children, each father and mother has their emotions, their annoyances and their small weaknesses. The key is to know how to recognize them and to correct them humbly, with patience and humanity.

That's what does Papa Chouch in this very nice text to share.