I made hot cocoa for snack today. I served it to Sylvie first, and she complained that it was hot. I do serve hot things to my children, and I have since they were about 18 months to 2 years old. They blow, they sip, they wait.
When she burned her tongue, I asked if she would like a little cream to cool down the cocoa, and Ezra went to get it. Then, I turned to serve another cup of cocoa.
And suddenly, Sylvie was screaming bloody murder. I turned and she was covered in hot cocoa.
I yanked her up and ripped off her shirt then her pants then her undershirt. And she screamed and screamed. I threw her in the tub and poured really cold water over her tummy and thighs. She screamed and screamed.
Somewhere in there, Phaedra began screaming; I asked if she was burned. No, she wasn't, but she had cocoa on her favorite tshirt, and she proceeded to wail. I used a phrase I have used exactly one other time in 9.5 years; I told her to shut up. I continued to lathe Sylvie with cold water, and Phaedra kept wailing behind me. At that point, I did something I don't think I've done in all my parenting life; I said, "G** da*****, Phaedra, shut up!" And Sylvie was still screaming.
I yanked Sylvie out of the tub and tried to asses her injury. It looked faintly pink, and I was confused. I said, "Sylvie, are you hurt?"
"SHRIEK! SHRIEK! SHRIEK!"
"Sylvie! Listen to Mama! Are you hurt?"
"SHRIEK! SHRIEK! SHRIEK!"
That's the point at which I slapped her. It was a cold blooded decision, because I had to know what was going on. Miraculously, she stopped screaming. I asked again, "Sylvie, are you hurt?"
"No, Mama, but I spilled cocoa on my new pants."
The next few minutes were not my finest, but we made it through. I reminded them of the boy who cried wolf. I talked about helping the injured before we worry about clothes. I talked about how if I think they are injured, I WILL act, and I will get a big boost from my body to do whatever I have to do to help them. And, that this extra energy can make Mama especially crabby if it was actually unneeded.
Then, we all had cocoa.
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