So, when their naps were finished, we scooped them into the car, with no snacks consumed, and headed to our destination. The girls were super eager for cupcakes. I cannot describe the excitement.
I explained that we needed to wish the birthday gal a "happy birthday" and wait for everyone else before eating the cupcakes. Wasn't sure that left much of an impression.
Victoria dived right in to the cupcakes. By the time I snapped this photograph, she had already inhaled two cupcakes and was fast working on a third one.
By the time I had caught sight of what was going on, I told her that was her last one. She quickly shoved what was left into her mouth and asked for another. My friend, Sarah, whose birthday we were celebrating, had made a plate full of these little, apparently deliciously tasty cupcakes. My two girls, the younger especially, were polishing the plate off themselves. Even though there were some thirty people there, adults and children.
When I broke the news to her she wasn't having anymore, she was devastated. No, she was infuriated.
But, as other children played, Victoria seemed to forget about it. For awhile.
Every so often, she'd make her rounds back to the picnic table, asking for more cupcakes. But she seemed to take the news in stride.
After being there nearly an hour and a half, we gave the girls warning - first a five minute warning and then an one minute warning - that we were leaving. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Yet.
I picked Victoria up, which she often requires or demands. She had been whining about nuts she was collecting from some tree. I wasn't sure why she was upset, but I didn't take any away from what she had in her hands. But she threw an full on tantrum.
Then the bottom fell out. She wanted down. And whilst throwing a full on tantrum, she started walking quickly in the opposite direction from us. And she kept going. And going. And going.
People were approaching from the opposite direction, and Victoria wasn't close to us. I was curious how far she would go. But, I didn't want these strangers to think we were abandoning our child.
I went after her, swooped her under one arm as she continued to throw a fit, and started walking in the direction of our car (which wasn't close). She was getting angrier by the minute. As if her fit had any room to escalate. So, I parked her on a park bench and put her in a short (minute and a half) time out. I told her firmly that she was in a time out for running away from us and throwing a fit. After than I picked her back up, and she didn't throw any more fits.
I carried a sobbing and weepy child to our car and we went home.
I went home needed a time out. In my heart, I panicked. Will my child grow up to be a rebel? Hating and cursing us? Choosing not to love the Lord? Will she run away? My mind was racking and my heart was heavy.