This
has been bouncing around in my head since seeing someone flat-out
glaring at my son (nickname Bug) yesterday morning when he lost control of
his emotions in public following a morning of doctor's appointments,
pokes, and other things with which he was just done:
BUG
I
am "that" child. You know - the screaming one you just
glared at. You can't miss me; you didn't miss me. I might be little,
but I know angry looks even if I don't know you.
I've
never screamed this loudly. Every cell in my little body is crying
out in frustration and fear. Maybe if I'm loud people will just
listen. I've never screamed for this long. I scream that I want to
leave; that no one around me can talk. Everyone, please just stop
talking. Stop talking. Stop touching me with pokey things, with cold
things. Stop telling me to open my mouth and say “ah”. Stop
saying that “it's okay”. Can't you hear that it is not okay?!
Just
stop talking. Don't hold me. Holding me feels like more pokey things
when I'm this upset. I just want to go home. Momma? Nana? They're
trying to make it better but they're also trying to talk to the
doctor. I don't want them to talk to the doctor. When you big people
talk, more things happen to me that hurt or make my tummy upset. Or I
get pinned again. Everyone, just go away. I just want to be at home.
Stop talking and take me home! Can't you hear that it is not okay?
Maybe
if I'm louder, someone will listen. You big people use words I don't
understand and then tell me “shhhhhhh, it's okay”. No it's not!!
Okay, I'll scream some more. Maybe someone will just take me home and
out of this place of pokes and medicines and numbers and blood counts
and being pinned to those big examination tables and people in my
face and complete, bone-wrenching helplessness.
Someone
just listen. Someone just do what I want. Give me some
control...anything. Take me out of here. We're going? No! I like it
here now. Leave me here. I'll live here. I don't need a pillow, I'll
live here. I want to stay here! Someone listen to me! Why are we
going? Why won't anyone listen! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!
Momma,
why did that person look mean at me?!
MOMMA
I saw
that. This momma bear couldn't miss the menacing glare that woman leveled at
my little son as we hurried by; him screaming and writhing in my arms
as the big feelings bubbled over. Her furrowed brows sat atop glaring
eyes that I'm sure twinkle when she smiles, but at that moment her
lips were pursed in disapproval as she shook her head and glared.
Her face demanded why can't you just control that
child? Make him stop screaming!! You're in public, for goodness sake.
I
bristled. My feathers ruffled. I wanted to fucking slap her. And I'm
a pacifist.
I
knew we were in public. I also knew what “that child” had already
endured this morning. He woke up excruciatingly early and heard these
words: “You can choose. Either I put the emla cream on you so the
poke is numbed or it will hurt more when they have to access you. I
know you don't like the cream, but please let me put it on you!!”
He is
3 years old. My Bug is 3, and he had to choose between cold numbing cream applied to his skin or
a painful poke. I wish he had just had to choose what kind of cereal
he wanted.
After
choosing the cream and for the first time actually allowing me to put
it on him without a fight, “that child” sat in a car that Momma
maneuvered through a rain storm as she, Nana, and Twinkle (sister)
went with to the doctors. He was then pinned to an exam table while
crying as nurses poked him with a needle, adhered that needle to him
with a massive sticker that hurts mightily when it is removed, had
blood drawn, then had to wait for another appointment
where the grown-ups all talked about things that could hurt and the
sticker was taken off. He knows the word “leukemia”, but he
doesn't know what it means. He is 3 years old. He shouldn't know the
words “cancer”, “chemotherapy”, “treatment”, “accessed”,
etc. He shouldn't know how how to correctly pronounce the names of
his medicines. But he does.
And
yesterday morning after hearing his name come over the waiting room
intercom as yet another staff member summoned him back to see another
doctor, Bug was just DONE and
overwhelmed and letting everyone with eardrums know.
And
she. glared. at. him. But she don't know what his morning was like.
She don't know that 6 months ago he was completely bald thanks to
doxyrubicin, or that he puked last week after having chemotherapy put
in his spinal fluid, or that he loves Spiderman and adores his baby
sister. She didn't know what he has been through in the past year.
Her only exposure to my precious boy was him rattling her eardrums
painfully as we tried to just get him home.
I am
“that mom”. You know – the one with the screaming child whom I
“can't control”. No, I can't. But he's gone through
absolute hell over the past year and I want to
scream to. At that lady, at the situation, but mostly at an entire
society that is afraid of children's big feelings.
That's
right, I said it: we as a culture are terrified of letting
children experience and express their big feelings. It feels
unjust to humanity to me that part of becoming familiar with the
mores and laws of this culture means that children learn to quash
their big feelings when around others. Why? Why do so many adults experience discomfort and
fear at encountering children's big feelings? We want to fix it right
away; to make it go away and bring back the calm. Why? I suspect it
is due in part to kids' big feelings threatening to bring out the
same in us that we've spent so many years suppressing that if it
comes out, it will come out in a way that is frightening.
Maybe
children's big feelings originate in something environmental, a
mental health diagnosis, being plain overwhelmed, not enough sleep,
an annoying sibling, adults failing them again, cancer, food
dye....whatever. The point is not that children experience big feels.
We all know they do (c'mon, let's be honest – so do we as grownups
and we know that too). The point is that when these big feels become
obvious, we as a culture do our level best to discourage children
from expressing their big feelings. “Shhhhhhhh now, it's not that
big a deal.” “Hushabye, calm down.” “Honey, there are other
people around.” Be honest – who here has said that to a child who
is displaying big emotions or negative behavior? Now let's be honest
about ourselves: how helpful are those phrases, really, when someone
says them to us when we are upset? I know that for myself being told
to calm down when I'm upset is absolutely maddening. Why would I
expect a child to react differently? And yet
we do expect them
to! We expect children to calm down when told to
do so, to act like it is "okay" when it clearly isn't, to
act like innocent cherubs no matter what.
It's
okay to be mad. It's okay to be anxious. It's okay to be so happy
your bubbliness can be felt from the other side of the room.
Feelings
are okay. It is okay for children to experience and express
feelings.
I'll
say it again – feelings are okay and it is okay for young
ones to express their feelings.
What
might not be okay is what is done with those feelings if they are
dealt with in a destructive manner. Harming self or others is not
okay. Property destruction is not okay. Bottling feelings up until
they explode into something that is the lead story in the evening
news is not okay.
But
tell me: how are children supposed to learn how to positively
and constructively deal with their big feelings if those feelings are
constantly shushed/avoided?
What
if instead of shunning children for experiencing and expressing their
big emotions, we as a culture moved towards letting children and
adolescents “feel their feels” and teach them how to channel the
energy of those feelings as constructively as possible, or at the
very least not to avoid those feelings?
Mental
health professionals have documented a dramatic rise in mental health
diagnoses over the past several decades. After working in the mental
health field for awhile now, I'm utterly convinced this rise is due
in part to the fact that society at large tries to have people quiet their big
emotions rather than processing through those emotions and figuring
out how to channel the energy from them in a healthy, constructive
way.
To
return to this morning; I bristle at "that woman" who glared at my boy,
but I don't know her story either. I don't know where she's been,
what her morning looked like, or what choices she had to make before
lunch. Perhaps she was glaring at life and not specifically at my
boy. She was in that place of sickness, healing, and death...just
like us. Chances are she is either ailing or is somehow attached to
someone else who knows the names of medicines that are difficult to
pronounce.
And
here was a child being disruptive and making her day louder.
Experiencing big feels.
Now,
I'm not one to encourage disruptive behavior. But I also know
that all behavior is communication. My son was
trying desperately to communicate how very much he needed some kind
of control in a world where he received a cancer diagnosis at the
innocent age of 2 and was flung into a world of pokes, prods, and
people in scrubs who “like me even though they have to do
uncomfortable things to me.”
How
about when we see a child losing it in public, we look for what their
behavior is communicating? Instead of glaring and judging,
let's try on compassion, empathy, and a helping attitude. There may
be nothing that we can do for one another in some of those moments (a
stranger talking to Bug would make him more nervous/dysregulated),
but we can change how we respond to one another and the looks on our
faces. Let's make this a place where being “big”
emotionally in public is okay precisely because there might be
someone around who can help, or at the very least someone who is able
to be empathetic. Let's be a village for each other rather than
insisting we all live on our own emotional islands.
I saw
that glare. And so did the other adults around us for whom those
glares are now a little more okay. So did the children present who
are learning how to respond to those in their environment who disrupt
their day.
So this is my attempt at
taking my frustration at the situation and the societal problem it
illustrates and turning that frustrated energy into something
constructive. Maybe you'll be a little more sympathetic and
empathetic to children and their families when those children are
losing it in public. After all, "losing it" isn't
fun. "Those kids" are communicating; they are not "having fun"
(usually).
And
by the way, Bug's day got a lot better. And I didn't slap that
woman. We both won.