My five-year-old boy is just about the sweetest kid there is. We’ve never had ANY major behavioral problems with him at home (which isn’t all that surprising since he’s an only child) nor at school (either preschool or kindergarten). But he had a very scary temper tantrum today that left me feeling helpless and frightened — and I’m still shaken up about it.
The problem started when my husband (who had the day off) and I picked him up for school. We had run a few errands to picking him up, and were consequently three minutes later than usual. My son had obviously been crying because of this slight delay, an issue that we’ve spoken to him about in the past. There’s no reason to cry or get anxious just because we’re not at the doors the minute they open; we haven’t forgotten about him or anything like that.
Anyway, when I asked my son why he was crying, instead of giving me a straight answer, he lied and said it was because his friends wouldn’t play with him. I knew he was lying, so I asked him to give me the names of these friends so I could ask them what the problem was. First he named his best friend, then when I said I would speak to that boy, he immediately changed his answer to a different kid, and then a different one, and yet again to a different one. When it became obvious that he was lying, I said he wouldn’t be allowed to play his Nintendo DS all weekend because of it.
That’s when the tantrum started. We were driving back home by this time, and he started kicking the driver’s seat from his position in the back. My husband was driving, and was surprised enough by the force of the kick to swerve into the oncoming lane just a bit. Fortunately, no cars were coming at the time, but I told him to pull over anyway. I then said my son and I would get out and walk, as he would not be allowed to ride in the car after doing that. We were only two blocks away, so it was no big deal.
My son at first refused to get out, so I had to physically remove him. Then as we were walking, he started running — and purposely dove headfirst into the sidewalk in an effort to injure himself. I saw the entire thing and was horrified by it. I expected him to get up with blood all over his face, missing teeth, etc. I mean, the impact was that hard!
Fortunately, he just had a huge knot on his forehead, as well as some bruising around his eye. He was still pissed at this point, and screaming that he wouldn’t go home, so I had to wait for him to calm down, and then walk him the rest of the way home, where both my husband and I talked to him about proper ways to express his anger.
I can’t believe what he did, and still have the image of that headfirst dive into the pavement in my mind. I have never seen my son so angry before. It was a truly scary sight — one that I’m not going to forget anytime soon.
I’ve heard of younger kids (2, 3 years old) banging their heads on the wall or otherwise trying to hurt themselves when they get angry, but not older kids like this. So now I’m going to spend all weekend reading about the subject so I can be better prepared to handle the situation if it comes up again.
What an utterly draining day….