...is very hard. As in very very hard. I don't know where I went wrong. Angela seems to grow away from the values that we are teaching her. She's becoming unmanageable. This morning, her yaya told me that the reason why she doesn't go with us to church is because she doesn't believe in God. Whoa! That hit me...hard! =(
I have no idea where she got that. I don't know who taught her that, whoever you are, I'll deal with you soon. But first, I have to do something with my daughter. Although she's normal most of the time, she scares the hell out of me when her tantrums kick in. That's when she becomes unruly. She would (sometimes) shout, call people names, throw everything away, and cry like there's-no-tomorrow. Oh, she's no evil. She's still my angel sent from heaven.
I usually ignore her during these times. I read somewhere that throwing our fit of temper to them while they are out of control would only make everything worse. True mga mare, once I wasn't able to control my emotions and join her in shouting, we both ended up wasted and crying. Masakit sa ulo. At masakit sa loob. Now, what I do is, I tell her that I'll talk to her once she's calm and willing to listen. Sometimes, it works. Pero minsan rin hindi. Pag hindi epek yan, I'll tell her to stop (in a higher tone) and count from 1 to 10. Minsan rin epek, pag hindi, I ask her to face the wall. Pati pag face the wall, hindi rin sya sumusunod. She'll stand near the wall though, but she'll make sure that I see her frown. Di ba? Hindi ko na talaga alam kung anong gagawin ko.