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Covaan_Meshuga -> RE: Controlling anger in young children... (11/19/2008 3:04:53 PM)
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I never had this problem with my own children, but I had it with my first grandson. It shocked me! I was totally unprepared for it. But he started when he was much younger than your son and got over it before he was your son's age, so I am not sure how my methods would work for you. Thought I would pass it on, anyway. When it happened, I was his main caregiver during the day, while his mother was at school and work. I had no clue what to do. I don't believe in spanking, so I got on the Internet and got some answers. The main things that worked for us were these: - When he "had a cow" while shopping, I immediately took him home, no matter what, no matter how it inconvenienced me. After all, the lesson was needed, and his needs were more important than mine, because this was his life we were dealing with. I could always retrace my steps another time
- When he "had a cow" at my house, I dropped everything and hugged him. Not the common, tender, "I love you" hug but one that was firm enough that he could not wiggle out of it but it did not hurt him or make him think I was angry. When he settled down enough, I would start singing his special songs to him, which he loved. When he fully relaxed, I sat down with him and continued singing, then we began a completely different activity from the one that had set him off. When things were settled enough, we got back to the original activity
- When he struck or bit me, everything came to a halt. If it was a bite, I hugged him as above in such a way that he could not bite, kick, or hit me, usually holding his back to my chest, but I never hurt him. I was just silent until he settled down enough, then I explained that what he had done had hurt me, showing him the sopt where he had hurt me. I used whatever explanation was appropriate for his age. What really stopped this action, though, was long after the incident, while we were enjoying each other's company, and I would show him what he had done -- just once. He would feel so bad about what he had done that he just stopped. He didn't want to be like that, and he expressed it verbally to me one day, saying that he didn't want to be a "bad boy." I hugged him and told him he wasn't bad, but that we would work on that together.
When he was old enough for timeouts, I put him in the most boring place I had, where his timeout was used as time to think -- I had him count up to 50, out loud, and he could not get up until he had done it. Of course, I helped him learn, initially. Before I thought he could do it, I had him count by 2s to 50; he surprised me by doing it with hardly a thought! So next time, it was by 5s, which I had him repeat at other times until I was sure he could count around a clock. Then I dropped back to 3s, counting up to 48. We did this through the years, using all the lower numbers, and when he started first grade, he knew all the number increments. Hee-hee! When they started multiplication, he was light-years ahead of the class. It was hilarious! He is now 19, just paid cash for his first car (which my daughter keeps telling me is nicer than any of theirs). He's an extreme-musician (especially on the clarinet and sax, but he plays others), and he's starting college in January. They do grow up! And he hasn't bitten me in -- uh -- 16 years! [:D]
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