I can still vividly recall my daughter’s meltdown during a trip to the Georgia Aquarium. As I sensed she was on the verge of losing it, it felt like someone scooped out every organ in my body.
Still, I was fresh out of parent coaching training, and here — right in front of the otters’ exhibit smack in the middle of a giant aquarium — was an opportunity to show off the skills I learned.
But, boy, did my daughter put on a show. She screamed and screamed, her tiny body thrashing against the aquarium floor, until her face turned red and her hair clung to her sweaty forehead.Parent training didn’t prepare me for this.
My husband and I stood there, quietly whispering to each other for an excruciating 20 minutes until our daughter finally calmed down.