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?"