My kid, the Medium One, is four and a half. She is a joy and amazing and the best kid in the world and super fun to be around – except that she melts down a lot, more than any other four-year-old I know, and with different triggers than other four-year-olds I know. She is a perfectionist, and when she can’t fix something so that it is the way she wants, she goes ballistic, crying and screaming and sometimes even kicking.
I swear my husband and I have both tried and tried to help her with this. We point out that sometimes it’s good to have things not the way she planned, sometimes things turn out differently or better! Sometimes you can work around it to make something more interesting! We’ve worked on calming down so that we can do things that actually help the problem, like asking an adult for help, or figuring out a plan. I’ve modeled getting briefly upset about things going wrong and then saying, “Okay, now I need to figure out how to fix it!” (If she can quickly fix whatever it is, she doesn’t melt down. It’s when she can’t fix it immediately that she dissolves.)
She has also inherited my disposition to get really upset about stupid trivial things when I’m hungry, which just exacerbates the entire thing.
She just started a new preschool, which I thought was going well. Two weeks into the year, I was asked to meet with the teacher about her meltdowns. We talked about things we were trying at home, things they were trying at school, the food thing, etc.
I thought things were going better. It’s now been a little more than a month. I just got an email from her teacher tonight asking if both her dad and I could meet with the teacher and the freaking director of the preschool. ARGH. I mean, it was a really nice email and it didn’t really say they meant to kick her out or anything, it was more that she said she wanted to work together with us to address her issues.
But yes. I am That Parent. With That Kid. The one who is in so much trouble in the first month of school that both my husband and I have to effectively meet with the principal and a small part of me is worried that they might kick her out. Yay.
(Heh. Years ago, when the Medium One was a Little One, and I was a paranoid relatively-new parent, I posted a thread on the Dope about freaking out (mostly it was my parents who were freaking out, but they infected me too) about a kid who bit my kid. My kid has never bit another kid literally, but I’m putting this down as karma for that incident – now I get to see what it’s like from the other side! )
I am actually abjectly grateful that we are doing this now and not, like her old preschool, letting it go on for months (yes, literally months) before they even bothered mentioning it to me. This would, in fact, be part of the reason we changed preschools.