A Valentine for Toddlers

A Valentine for Toddlers

To begin with, toddlers cry and rage and despair, and they often stamp their feet. They want what they want and what they feel they need. They drive us to change our minds and “give in” or they drive us to stamp our own feet and insist it is our way or the highway. And of course, we have good reasons: they need to learn to be polite and now, without signs of shyness, and this is just the tip of the iceberg. We all have our standards which to some people some of the time will feel “off” or harsh or not harsh enough. Some of the time to some of us the standards of grownups in general seem frenzied or they don’t seem to make much sense at all.

But then again, who am I to say what makes sense, right? Well I’m a grandmother, and a seasoned psychotherapist who has spent years on what I call “taking the power out of power”. By this I mean a process of going from power struggles to moving through parenting based more on relationships.

The premise here is that boundaries work well when they are not in the form or the intention of punishment, and when they do not involve shame and blame. And, when changing our minds is based not on communicating our child was monstrous and “impossible” enough to wear us down, but rather that we have seen the error of our ways and at the very least the opportunity to shift our stance.

There of course is the inner toddler, stamping around in our insides, when we want ourselves or our partners or people outside our inner circles, to behave the way we want them to. As such, in the spirit of allowing the inner stuff to come to the surface so we might get to know it and tame it — or integrate and access it in the world, it feels only fair that I admit that this is at work here and now, in me that would be.

When it comes to toddlers — like actual chronological toddlers — I want them to be heard, no doubt also as I wanted to be heard much better and more extensively than I was when I was at that same age. I am also fairly convinced that should their parents get more help and support — psychologically but as much physically — they — the adults — might be calmer and less like toddlers in wanting their own toddlers and preschoolers and children of all ages to conform and do so fast.

Some methodology used by parents and caretakers — professionals and not — can seem calm but are really tantrums in disguise. When I worked in residential treatment with children with severe behavioral difficulties often compounded by shizophrenia as well, it at first shocked me to hear a therapist say to a child in a meltdown, “Go to your room and when you calm down and feel settled enough to talk about this, you can come out.” Now it seems that the particular therapist was in essence stamping her own feet. My internal reaction was, “Wait a minute, isn’t this child here inside and locked up because he/she cannot self-regulate enough to have a minimal idea of what is wrong?” My idea was to sit there with a child till the meltdown was over and then pose a question like, “Do you have any idea what just happened?”

I confess: the inner toddler inside of me is not always as tame or as settled as I would like, or as much so as those close to me would like. That it is quieter than it was is testimony to the fact that, a propos of having children, I knew and too well that I needed help. This means I knew, and begrudgingly so, that I would not have been at my best as a fulltime mother. Not only did I crave the emotional and intellectual stimulation and company of a work environment that impassioned me. I also needed the practical help of someone who could straighten up, clean up, do some chores so when I got home, I was relatively safe from my own meltdown.

The conclusion I have come to over the years is that we all need help, if we are to recognize the existence and persistence of our own toddler within. Without shame and self-loathing, we need appreciation for the vast array of emotions inside us. What is more we need appreciation, without mockery or even self-mockery, for the fact that parenting does in fact need a village. We need support, not unbridled approval for potential abusive acts, but lovingkindness along with practical help.

There is a lot of talk about being privileged in these times. And while I recognize that some groups of people, in terms of race and prejudice and inequalities of all kinds, have been deprived of basic human needs and rights including parental and child care supports, I worry about the people dubbed as privileged. I remember way back when that many parents hid in their basements or their attics or with their pills or other kinds of addictions; the fact was that parenting on one’s own or without enough assistance and nurturing, was just too much. It was just too much also because expectations from their own childhoods or from the larger often perfectionistic and judgmental culture, could be merciless in pointing fingers either at their children’s failures or at their lack of completely joy in what for many was way too lonely a vocation.

Right here in the realm of feeling and being and acting like toddlers I’d like to suggest equalizing the playing field, and being a little less quick to judge. Please trust me, I know how hard this can be which only means we need understanding, compassion and recuperation after the fact, after we have been too quick to be snarky or smirky or just plain mean, either to each other or to ourselves. If — a big “if” I know — we can meet in the middle, we might make room for all of us going crazy because of the demands of parenting — and the demands, not to forget, of being a child, a toddler no less. (Preferably this going crazy doesn’t have to happen all at once.) I use the term even when I’m the grandma here, because I still identify with the toddlers that are my grandkids, my children and myself as well.

Lest we forget, we have seen toddlers in positions of vast power, like you know the Presidency of our country. We have the toddlers who are us, insisting on our sides of a given argument, all citing the proofs that impress us and discarding and making fun of the evidence of anyone who disagrees. We are so adept in the use of words that we utilize to drown out objections, and many of our retorts have become all too practiced. It can happen to the best of us.

The toddler parts of children won’t be quieted as in integrated in meaningful ways if they have no practice in being heard and listened to and respected. I know this also because my own toddlerhood has lived on enough to inform me — to alert me — when I sense it as hyperactive not only inside me but also in those I love.

So, to all, to toddlers of all ages — the inner and the outer ones, Happy Valentines Day. Here’s to recognizing there is an inner toddler in all of us, like it or not. To all of them and all of us, how about a little chocolate to top things off?

Carol Smaldino

A psychotherapist, a New Yorker living between Colorado and Italy (in good times) I am passionate about the role of emotions and awareness for evolving, sanity.

Too Scared to Feel Afraid: Touching the Fears and Pain Inside Us

Unless we get to the depth of the fears and pain and hatreds inside us, it will be hard to do justice to this moment in time. To this moment in time when we have a powerful opportunity to reckon with racial injustice in our midst as well as in our history…

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#Racism; Just Mercy; Bryan Stevenson; Compassion

What Color is the State of Your Anxiety?

The topic of this blog has to do with the matter of whether one lives in a red or blue state, especially since it seems a matter of crucial interest (to put it mildly) to heads of the Federal Government, namely Donald Trump, as here I include Mitch McConnell as head of the Senate, as we know there are others.

Now, just moments after I listened to my hero of the moment, Governor Andrew Cuomo of New York, give what I experienced as a patriotic address emphasizing that no state or person is red or blue alone but rather, red, white and blue, as in the American flag and as in “American”. Afterwards I heard very briefly Trump’s iteration of the evil of Democrats and Democratic states, and therefor of the House of Representatives as being “blue” as opposed to the Senate as red.

As I listened, I found myself thinking literally.

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#Coronavirus

#Blue states bailout

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#racism

A Passover Journey Towards Freedom from Personality Cults

         As a secular but very Jewish New York Jew, I have a strong connection to Passover. In our home for over 30 years we did an alternative Seder with up to 50 people at our table. We always included a transposed story of the Exodus of the Jews from Egypt, the Four Questions, some Jewish jokes because humor is what also tied my friend Roseanne and me to our Jewish identity.

         The Exodus story was the beginning. The theme shifted from and to, topics of freedom and enslavement, such as the Holocaust, enslavement of other peoples, and inner enslavement and freedom as well. A key purpose of the holiday is the obligation to feel what it was like to be slaves so we can appreciate our freedom. In our alternative Seder, our purpose was a little different. We didn’t see ourselves or the world at large as free but rather, at our best, in the process of becoming free. Freedom meant more than outer declarations, and it was not at all smug; you might say we felt the humility of the journeys we were embarking on or needed to…

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I Believe for Every Drop of Rain that Falls: Belief Systems in the Time of Coronavirus

Believing, in the Time of Coronavirus

In my lifetime we have never before seen such a need for belief systems that are pliable and flexible in the face of new knowledge. In the time of Coronavirus, here in Colorado, in the Western world and in other countries we used to think we had little in common with, we are suffering a global pandemic and its ensuing panic, in part from a systemic lack of preparation and an inability to shift our beliefs in the face of disaster.

    Nobody believed it could happen here. Too many people believed it could not. Some people believed it was a lie and a conspiracy. In spite of brilliant minds–such as Bill Gates in 2015, speaking to the world about the dangers of a pandemic to come–people believed it could not happen, that it was just an interesting expose of a possible future problem, a passing conversation among intellectuals that didn’t affect policy makers or the rest of us.  Evidence and wisdom didn’t matter, these people would not enter the closed doors of believing it was all impossible.        

About 22 years ago, when my son was in high school, he wrote a history paper about Abraham Lincoln…

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#coronavirus; propaganda; Abraham Lincoln; Naziism; belief systems