My youngest is 3 now and a few months ago he started exhibiting some pretty irrational behavior characteristics. I know he’s testing the boundaries of his environment and the adults in his life, but it’s driving the whole family nuts at times. For example:
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My little guy's "daily drivers." |
Now, other moms of boys can relate, one pair of shoes
for a rough and tumble, three year old boy just isn’t practical. Not to mention,
what summertime does to the freshness (NOT!) of
shoes.
When I ask him to sit on the bench to try them on, this is when it all went downhill. He resorted to screaming and stiff-body, back-arching with crocodile tears. If I didn’t know better (I have a background in special education) I’d think something was wrong.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t give in to him and walk out of the store without shoes. He NEEDED them. After about 20 minutes of embarrassment, and reminding him that all he had to do was try on a pair calmly until we found one that fit so he could ride the ride, I picked a pair of “Slingshots” that were the same as he’d had in the past but in his current size. As soon as I put his sandals back on (yes, he was wearing socks) the screaming stopped and calmness reigned.
I know what you’re thinking. The shoes must have been uncomfortable in some way. Well, I hadn’t ruled that out, but in similar situations he’s done a 180 degree change of attitude. So, the next night we went to the local playground to burn off some energy. I told him he HAD to wear the sneakers if he wanted to play. He screamed in the car all the way there and stood still next to me on the playground complaining about the shoes and threatening to take them off for a half-hour! Now I’m really thinking that they must hurt in some way. Honestly, I’m thinking “crap, was this the explanation of his irrational shoe store behavior? And, am I an idiot for not giving that option more consideration?”
Scene: Stride Rite children’s shoe store on a Saturday afternoon, full of
customers
On the way into the store he spots a sports car kiddie
ride and wants a ride. I tell him that if he cooperates and let’s mommy try new
shoes on him without screaming and crying, then we’ll run right out to the ride
and put him on! He happily agrees and bounds toward the shoe store with
enthusiasm.
How it went down: At first he gets
his feet measured with no problem, happy even. Then, seemingly full of optimism
and enthusiasm, he starts pulling shoeboxes off the shelves, opening each one,
and leaving them on the floor, while I hunt for sneaks in his size. I let it go,
since he’s being quiet and there isn’t too big a pile for me to re-stack. I
think, “things are going pretty good.” I find three pair that have potential. I
should note that he has a Wide to Extra Wide foot, so there isn’t a plethora of
options.
When I ask him to sit on the bench to try them on, this is when it all went downhill. He resorted to screaming and stiff-body, back-arching with crocodile tears. If I didn’t know better (I have a background in special education) I’d think something was wrong.
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Do they fit or not? |
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t give in to him and walk out of the store without shoes. He NEEDED them. After about 20 minutes of embarrassment, and reminding him that all he had to do was try on a pair calmly until we found one that fit so he could ride the ride, I picked a pair of “Slingshots” that were the same as he’d had in the past but in his current size. As soon as I put his sandals back on (yes, he was wearing socks) the screaming stopped and calmness reigned.
I know what you’re thinking. The shoes must have been uncomfortable in some way. Well, I hadn’t ruled that out, but in similar situations he’s done a 180 degree change of attitude. So, the next night we went to the local playground to burn off some energy. I told him he HAD to wear the sneakers if he wanted to play. He screamed in the car all the way there and stood still next to me on the playground complaining about the shoes and threatening to take them off for a half-hour! Now I’m really thinking that they must hurt in some way. Honestly, I’m thinking “crap, was this the explanation of his irrational shoe store behavior? And, am I an idiot for not giving that option more consideration?”
Well, well. After
that half hour of threats and whining, he ran off climbing and jumping like an
Olympian and never once complained about the sneaks hurting. He even
asked to wear them to daycare the next morning! Thank goodness I hadn’t
given in to his tantrums. The painful hour spent buying the shoes and the
frustrating experience of explaining and reasoning with him to try to make him
understand, had yielded a positive result!
I think I’m on the
right track, but...
dang I’m tired.
(Originally posted Aug. 14, 2012)
(Originally posted Aug. 14, 2012)
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