There will be no more record of Simeon’s good days.
After all my wood knocking, fingers crossing, thanks praying he lost it again anyway.
I would also like the record to show that I will no longer be dispensing any parenting advice.
Leo humbly submits that while telling the three-year old that he may hit me and continue hitting me until he doesn’t feel so much anger* and then having him run laps at 9:30pm** last night may have worked amazingly well this time, it is unlikely to work the next.
*Simeon was angry that he was being disciplined (you need to stay in your room for a few minutes until I clean this mess up), so he punched and kicked me a few times. I knelt and told him that if he wanted to hit me, he could hit me. If he was so angry that hurting me was the only way to make himself feel better, then I wanted him to hit me. He didn’t want to hurt me, or hit me. I knew that from the first swing. He was trying to find a place to put all of his negative energy. A good punch feels good, I totally get that. Giving him permission to do it made him embarrassed and sad and took away the power he felt.
**He refused to go to bed last night and began a wrestling match with Leo. I was tired and wanted to watch the Bachelorette in peace (priorities, yo!), so I suggested we encourage Simeon to run laps around the house (we have an open-ish floor plan, so this works beautifully). Then I told him he had to run and if he stopped he was going to bed. At first he was having a blast. He ran for about 10 minutes, then ran himself straight to bed and fell asleep. After the run, he was tired, the endorphins took care of the aggression, the serotonin burst took care of the anger. A stroke of genius if I do say so myself. I think I will try this one again, it’s a great lesson to learn and may help control some of the more violent outbursts.