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Grown-Up Tantrums

Grown-Up Tantrums

An overwhelmed, overtired child screams and tantrums on the journey home and in the bath. Finally, much to everyone’s relief, the overwrought, exhausted (and exhausting) little mess falls asleep.

As taxing and embarrassing and infuriating as the behavior is, do we –

  • hit the child?
  • punish the child?
  • remind the child forevermore of how horrible and hateful and wicked they can be?

No we don’t.

We do none of the above because, as unpleasant and well-nigh unbearable as the tantrums are, we, the adult, know the what, where, why and how of the behavior.

We know what the child’s day has been like, we know where they’ve been overstimulated or overlooked or overextended and we know why they’re feeling so besides themselves – we’ve witnessed how it all culminated in soggy toddler unrest and riot.

We also know they had little control over how their Big Day with Big Demands unfolded. So we make allowances. We have compassion. We have grit-your-teeth self-control. We have insight. We have love.

I think, likewise, the Upstairs Powers never hold it against us when we get pouty and self-pitying and belligerent and bitter and angry i.e. when we have a Grown-Up Tantrum.

They’re the ‘adults’ who know the what, where, why and how of our lives.

In the midst of a Grown-Up Tantrum we rant privately, shake our fist at the sky, cry, express ourselves (by writing or walking or running or going for a solo drive). We ‘sit’ in the unhappy, overtired, overwhelmed, exhausted mess we’ve become…and then we sleep the sleep of the spent – deeply – unweighted and unencumbered by lead-heavy emotions.

As long as we emerge from the Grown-Up Tantrum feeling lighter and brighter, all is well (if we don’t emerge, medical assistance or professional intervention is probably required).

Sometimes well-intentioned advice can feel clinical, cold and heartless. In that space, at that point in time, we’re not open to reason, to being the biggest and best version of ourselves. We don’t want to cheer up, we don’t want to suppress, we don’t want to focus on manifesting or getting into higher vibration. We’re an overwrought Child in the Big Universe who wants to screech at the sky, keen, wail, purge. 

I think it is far, far worse to suppress and pretend or manufacture a brittle positivity – for then one risks having a spectacular meltdown at a spectacularly inappropriate time and spectacularly inappropriate place (often without warning…the catalyst or trigger might be mundane and minor) and those who witness it will believe they’re at an exorcism because so much blackness will emerge: a ‘demon’.

That is not a Grown-Up Tantrum; that is a Pushed-My-Red-Button Tantrum that explodes like a bomb and does much emotional and psychological damage – to you and others. It’s the kind of tantrum you may struggle to forgive yourself for and others will remember you for.

The Upstairs Powers far prefer a Grown-Up Tantrum, I’m sure. It’s easier to remedy. They take you home, wash the dirt off you, tuck you into bed, kiss your forehead and as your eyes close and your mouth gapes they turn to their spirit companion and say ‘Thank God that’s over!’

xxx TeaShell


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