There are a lot of wonderful things about being a grandparent. One of the best is watching your child become a parent. Our oldest granddaughter, Addy Bug, was two years old. Need I say more? As a two-year-old does, she was having a temper tantrum complete with tears, stamping feet and yelling.

Our son walked into the living room and tried to calm her. He was trying to reason with her and calmly requesting that she stop all the fussing and ‘use her words’ to explain what was wrong.

I was sitting in the family room. I admit, with a smile on my face. 

Addy Bug, in a display fit for an Academy Award nomination, threw herself to the ground in a fit of sobbing.  Attempting to be heard our son’s voice was getting louder.

I’m wondering if I should intervene. Our granddaughter would not be soothed. No amount of reasoning was going to stop the tantrum she was so effectively displaying. Our son could be equally stubborn. But he is usually open to our advice. So, I walked into the living room and tapped him on the shoulder.

“This is not a good time”, was the response. I tapped him on the shoulder again.

“What!” I motioned for him to come with me. He followed me into the family room.

“Sit down.”

“Mom, she’s out of control. I need…”

“You need to sit down. She is not listening to you and you are giving her an audience. Sit down.”

Ben begrudgingly sat down. Addy Bug continued for a couple more minutes. She stopped for a moment.

Ben stood up. “Sit down.” I ordered.

Realizing no one was going to respond Addy Bug started quietly crying.

Ben stood up. “Sit down,” I commanded.

Addy Bug sniffled for a few seconds. Then it got very quiet. Too quiet. I looked sternly at my son. “I agree. In normal circumstances quiet is not a good sign. But in this instance just wait. She will come to you.”

“But…”

“Sit”

Sure enough, our granddaughter walked into the family room. Sweet as honey, she crawled into her daddy’s lap and asked for a snack.

Ben looked at me, waiting for permission to speak.

“You can talk. She’s ready to listen.”

Ben looked into the eyes of his young daughter. “You may have a snack. But first, you need to apologize for the tantrum. We don’t always get what we want, when we want it. Throwing a tantrum is not a good way to let us know you’re not happy.”

Addy Bug sweetly apologized. Ben looked at me as if asking, what just happened?

My response, “You’re welcome.”