I believe all mothers are peacemakers. Read your contract. Sarah had a major meltdown yesterday in the van. It was after a long grueling camp weekend and a drive up to see relatives for the day. I had grace for my girl. She was tired, hungry, sore, hot and crabby. Got it, now get out of the van. She sobbed and sobbed and mumbled to herself. I talked in that hush hush Mommy voice the whole time.("Come on Sarah, Momma's here. I'll help. Here I am. Let me hold you.") I unbuckled her and she fell to the floor of the van, wedged between the seats, still sobbing. I got in there and gently lifted my pile of child and carried her to the house.
Now I think these skills will come in handy when I grow up to be a hostage negotiator. I can hear it now.
Bad Guy "I'm gonna shoot, I swear!"
Me in hush hush voice "No, you don't wanna do that. I'm here. Put the gun down. I'll help you. Tell all those nice people that they can go home now. That's right. Good boy. Now come here and let me hold you and read you a story. You can take a nice long nappy in prison, ok sweetie?"
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Now, I always thought when the kiddos were older I'd go back to teaching or helping Matthew in our shop. Carla, you have presented a new option ... hostage negotiator. Thanks for giving me another choice. Excellent!
The skills we are learning will transfer to a myriad of careers. It fairly boggles the mind.
Awww poor munchkin! I like Katie's idea...hostage negotiator! lol
You have waaay more grace than I. Good job mom.
Wow. Are you really that patient and kind during the melt downs? I bow down. I am not so patient and kind. I wish I was.
This meltdown I was. Others? Not so much.
Don't let her fool you, I've seen her at work, she so is that patient.
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