Please, don’t let them scream and roll. Teach your child to deal and control.
…/On a rainy winter day …/…when I was two years old, I was taken out in my white fur coat. I became fascinated by a bowl of goldfish in a shop window.
I wanted it passionately and when I was told “No,” I flung myself, white coat and all, into a mud puddle. [My] tantrums worried my parents and on medical advice they tried putting me, fully clothed, into a tepid bath when it happened again.
This suggests that at that age I was aware even while in the tantrum that it had to be controlled,
that I needed help.
–Extract with permission from Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton (W.W. Norton & Company)