Kid knows how to throw a rock. That's all I can say.
He throws balls. He throws iPhones. He throws the piano stool into the side of the piano.
He throws tantrums.
And, oh boy, does he know what he is doing.
But the problem for this poor boy, is that he is learning, for the very first time in his whole entire short life, that he does not get whatever he wants. He is learning it by living it.
He, for the first time, feels what no feels like. And he makes no effort to hide how devastating that really is. The best is when he throws his head back and rolls on the carpet a few times. The biggest tears I have ever seen just waterfall down his face when I say, "No more candy."
Loss of innocence. Safety. Delay of gratification.
Wisdom. Longsuffering. Self-sacrifice.
The greater good.
He spits in the face of all of these. They mean nothing to him.
He tantrums because there is only one truth for him.
He doesn't have what he wanted to have.
The wonderful, saving-grace truth to all this is that someday...he will work hard for something and it will taste better than candy. Someday, he will save up and awaken early and sweat and wonder and hope and he will wait.....and his reward will be better than anything he could have ever dreamt.
He will experience honor and virtue and pride and character.
And it will be good.
Good enough, even, to put down the rock.