What's the most memorable meltdown your child has had?
I'm just curious...I know meltdowns are hard on all of us. Not because of what strangers must be thinking while a meltdown happens. No, I'm talking about the emotional and physical toll they take on us parents and our kids both during and after a massive meltdown. Some of us experience meltdowns so often, we don't really keep a mental log. But I remember one in particular that I will NEVER forget (for many reasons)... It was Easter Sunday, 2009. My son was 10 and almost my height (I'm 5'9"). I decided to take him to Walmart just to get him out for a bit. I knew better than take him by myself.
Anyway, we found some of his favorite things ~ Goldfish crackers.three bags. Yes! No fit, no $50-60 spent. It's a good day! Until we got to the check out. He saw a bag of cookies and I said "No". He had made his choice and that was final, or so I thought. I paid for his goldfish and tried to get him out of the store. He threw his purchases and screamed (his voice had not yet started to change so it was very shrill). I swear, I heard necks popping from all the heads snapping in our direction.
many details I won't go into for the sake of brevity. Let's just say he pulled me to several areas in the front of the store before we finally landed in the entryway, right at the express checkouts. People walked by, blatantly staring. Others pretended to look away only to steal a glance at us. One really sweet, frail, old lady offered to help. Really? A fireman stopped to say he wished he could help but he could end up in legal trouble if he touched my som. Really? Then, I have my son down on the floor, still screaming but atleast I had a grip on him, and I look up to see 20-30 people staring at us with a mixture of pity, shock and disgusted looks on their faces. I got pissed then. I yelled so loud I'm sure they heard me back by the pet food. "What the hell do you think you're looking at?! There's nothing to see here!"
That lasted more than 30 minutes, and when he was finally calm and in the car, another 15 minutes later, we both looked like hell. He sat in the back seat, exhausted and without the Goldfish I bought or the cookies that caused the whole mess. I saw him and just broke down. There have been many, many meltdowns since then but I will never forget that one.