Grrrr.
She did it again.
This time in front of witnesses.
She suddenly pulled her nearly-famous, drop move. You know, the one where a kid goes limp and you are left holding dead weight by their little hand?
Grrr.
She did it again.
In front of the whole neighborhood.
Do you know how frustrating it is?
She was screaming because she didn't want to go home for dinner. So we crossed the street and 1/2 way back, she put the brakes on. *Dead weight drop*
But I didn't notice that the cry of overtired/overhungy brat had turned into cry of pain. We marched into the house and I put her in the corner.
"You stay there until you are done throwing a fit."
Scream
Scream
More Scream
(the neighbors must think I'm beating her)
Scream
Finally, I walk over, "Are you done yet?"
Tear stained face turns to me as she whimpers. "Ow." and points to her limp, dangling arm.
I'm getting good at putting her elbow back in. 2 seconds later she is hugging me. "Sorry mommy" and running to the table for dinner.
Grrr.
She did it again.
Later I went over to my friends house and asked her if I had been rough with Maddy. She saw the whole thing and never thought I was overly harsh. I wasn't angry or mean. But the latent fear of repeating the cycle of abuse is there....