How to Calm Your Child During a Meltdown
Do you know how to calm your child during a meltdown? BTW… I am referring to your kid’s meltdown… not yours. That’s another blog post.
If you have an adopted child, a child with cognitive differences, or if you’re just in a tougher season with your kiddo, the relevance of this question is even more profound.
Calming Our Kids’ Meltdowns Requires Calming Our Own
Raising a higher-needs child can be exhausting. And the reality is that the way that our child’s cognitive differences show up on any given day can definitely impact the severity of our momma fatigue. Right?
Our kids’ tantrums and meltdowns are exponentially magnified as we battle our own internal dialogue and unmet expectations. For the mom in the trenches, finding a way to calm her child during a meltdown can feel impossible.
My Own Hot Mess
Girl, I know this because I’ve lived it. While in the thick of my son’s daily tantrums and meltdowns, I was a hot mess. And while I would like to say that by using the word hot I’m refering to my physical appearance, let’s just say,
At that time, I considered the day a win if I was able to get a shower in and brush my teeth. Please tell me you can relate. Sadly, that was my reality.
Make It Stop, Please.
And while I often said this in jest as a way to try to make light of my desperation, deep down I just wanted to get away and hide. Anywhere.
Just to MAKE.IT.STOP.
All of the parenting strategies I knew to use were absolutely useless. I felt helpless, overwhelmed, and as if I was going crazy. I had no idea how to calm my child during his meltdowns and rages. Let alone calm my own. Ouch.
Shifting Perspective On Discipline
Before adopting our son, I would never have believed my family would end up where we had in that brutal season. In my “perfect parenting days,” I would have looked at me and my kid and thought,
‘That mom has zero control over her child. She needs to get it together.’
At least that is what I would likely have believed deep down inside. Once my son’s volatile behaviors began to display themselves at 18 months old, our family was completely rocked.
Me in particular? Shattered. To hear more, listen in to the interview with my friend, Wren Robbins.
A Mom Living In Constant Anxiety
All that I thought I knew about being a good Christian mom failed.
In fact, each technique and strategy that once worked with my girls was useless and completely ineffective with my son. Everything I depended on to anchor my identity as a good Christian mom dissipated.
As a result, confusion and anxiety became the driving force of my life.
The Christian Parenting Books
In my earlier parenting years, I read every Christian parenting book I could get my hands on. If one of my girls dared to have their version of a meltdown, I brought order quickly. A firm voice or swift consequence and those perceived infractions were done (most of the time).
“Absolutely not. Not appropriate.”
Those scathing words did the trick. The girls acquieced and it was over. And I was proud of this accomplishment. Good Christian momma, right? (Insert sarcasm.)
In hindsight, I can see that my perspective on parenting was pretty skewed from the beginning. I was determined to parent my children the EXACT OPPOSITE way my parents had raised me. (Sorry, Mom and Dad. It took me too long to figure it out.)
In my home, there would be love, stability, consistency and discipline. Dang it!
God clearly had greater plans for our family than to be a behavior modification lab. And so He delivered our baby boy into our home.
Unregulated Child Led to Meltdowns
Once mobile, our son screamed and steamrolled his way through our home every second of the day.
- scaling walls,
- escaping the house,
- biting and
- throwing and smashing glasses, frames, dishes, etc…
Did I mention screaming? Oh… not sleeping ever?!! There wasn’t a single parenting strategy that helped calm him during his raging meltdowns. Nothing I could do to gain any control.
Desperate To Stop The Meltdowns
Every I knew to do as a good Christian mom, as an educator, failed miserably. Not one peaceful way to prevent him from getting into whatever it was he wanted to ingest or play with.
“No, Buddy. You can’t eat batteries.”
Then it followed. The sound that prededed that sudden burning sensation travelling across my face.
His frustration tolerance was non-existent. The slightest resistance to his efforts resulted in aggression and rage. Most often, it was towards me.
Suffering Leads to Good Even If It Sucks
We were living in a war zone, navigating grenades at every turn. Despite being surrounded by a loving Christian community, I felt so alone. Drowning in shame and isolation, I believed that I was a failure as a parent. I was devastated for my husband, my two daughters and for my boy. His hourly meltdowns were too much for me, for the girls, and for him. He was suffering just as much, but to most people, he looked like a “normal” little boy who was being a brat. This couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
Shame, Marginalization of Way Too Many Kids & Families
Ultimately, my family lived in what felt like hell for years. The term emotional anguish doesn’t do it justice. And here is the thing: My family wasn’t alone.
There are millions special needs families in our country living this life of chaos, fear and shame. Whether through biology or through adoption, when kids don’t behave the world wants them to, entire families suffer. Often alone.
And it needs to be ripped out of the shadows and exposed for what it is in the foster and adoption world. (Again, another post.)
The Need For True Self-Care
Rather than checking myself into a mental institution for what promised to be a mini-vacation, I decided to make a different plan. In order to prevent myself from setting the house on fire because I was about to lose it, I made an appointment for counseling.
Side note: No one panic… I was never going to set my house on fire. Hyperbole is a powerful literary technique. That’s the way I roll.
Making the Call
One winter morning after a few hours of desperately trying to maintain some level of calm in the house, I hit a wall. I was so overwhelmed with his screeching. My heart was breaking for my daughters who were struggling in the chaos. And, quite frankly, I was losing it.
I sent out a mass S.O.S. text to my tribe of girlfriends and asked for a Christian counselor referral. Within an hour I had an appointment scheduled. Seeking help in the form of counseling was a game changer in my story as it is for so many women.
Hell to Humble
God used that time of absolute hell to humble me. It broke me in a million tiny pieces. My prideful butt was so black and blue from the beating that my son’s behavior inflicted upon me. In true form, God took those million pieces, gathered them up and delivered me into Christian counseling. The late Dr. Karyn Purvis wrote in her book, The Connected Child,
When an adult is avoiding her own history, entangled in her past, or disorganized about her losses, she can’t accurately assess and respond to a harmed child’s reality.
Inability Saves My Family
My inability to control my son saved my entire family. Ultimately, could I prevent my 3 year old from running into the street every single time he tried? Nope.
We couldn’t prevent him from using a broom handle to unhook the chain locks to escape the house. Try? Yes. Guarantee success? No way. Force him to sleep? Here’s a good one. “Obey right away?” Yeah right.
Mom & Kid Meltdowns: Self-Regulation For Both
I had zero control over him then and have zero control now. In order to effectively parent my son, I had to completely shift my perspective on parenting and discipline. I had to wake up to the notion that my boy’s cognitive differences made his ability to self-regulate well a very difficult task.
Mom’s Mindset Shift Led to Big Changes
Historically, I viewed childhood behaviors as do most in our culture: through the lens of all behavior is willful. Once I recognized my son’s cognitive needs and differences, I was able to see his need to be taught how to behave in a way that he could process and recieve.
This allowed me to respond to his meltdowns not from a place of offense, but from a place of support. Instead of freaking out and coming down hard on him, I could meet him where he was with grace.
Kid Behavior Doesn’t Define A Good Mom
So many women believe a huge lie. It says that something is wrong with us if our kid doesn’t behave the way the world wants them to. We literally become offended by or surprised by our kids’ meltdowns and tantrums (especially when in public). In the face of “bad” behavior, we become trapped by the urge to stop the behavior.
Fear is a Liar
This is not good, Momma. By parenting from this place of fear, we end up missing the real issue and the cycle often continues.
Dr. Purvis put it in her book, The Connected Child,
Only a secure mother can say, “Tell me what hurts, sweetheart,” and listen attentively and respectfully to the answer…. Only a secure mother can find the heart of the highest-risk child.
Scripture tells us that God seeks after the heart, right?
Dr. Purvis’s words may be hard to process, but I know from experience how true they are. My own insecurities and fear made navigating my son’s meltdowns exponentially more difficult.
Perspective Shift Game Changer
We have seen HUGE changes in my son’s behavior since my shift in perspective. From willful disobedience to not yet equipped.
Game changer. Miraculous changes. He is not perfect by any means. No one is. But we’ve seen huge gains in my son’s ability to calm himself when he feels out of control. Even in the year since this blog post was first written, my boy has come so far and I am so grateful.
Stop The Narrative of “Inherently Bad”
My heart hurts for all of the kids who grow up believing that they are “inherently bad” because they can’t seem to get it together.
- I’m never enough.
- I’m always a disappointment.
- What’s wrong with me?
Just think about how many adults we know that live in the dire wake of growing up believing themselves a disappointment.
We all know someone. And the truth is that that someone may just be us.
Special Needs Moms & Kids Need Support
That someone may be in the grocery store right now standing by in horror. She is watching her child kick and scream because he wants candy. She may be dripping with sweat and covered in shame as she navigates all the lies that tell her she is not enough. I’ve been there.
Have you? Are you there now? Isn’t it enough already?
Special Needs Moms- Together
It’s ok to parent our kids differently, Sweet Momma. We can do this together. Let’s change the narrative for our…
- sensory sensitive kids.
Friend, I am convinced that all moms need a parenting growth mindset. For the sake of our kids and our sanity, let’s be willing to at least examine it.
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