I have some experience working with children. I studied Elementary Education in university, and have been in and out of public schools (both in America and Japan), music schools, and after school clubs for the past 10 years or so. Kids have always liked me. I have always liked them, and their bright and open way of viewing the world. Now I have one of my own.
The core lesson for any peaceful parent is this: have peace inside of yourself, first. My friend and somewhat of a parenting mentor 
Your child is a human being. Big shock, right? Well, actually for many parents it is. Up until now, people--especially older generations--have been raised to believe that children should "be seen and not heard" and should simply obey their parents requests, orders, and instructions without question, complaint, or protest. I was raised this way. Let me tell you, it will ALWAYS backfire. As an example:
When I was a child, my father tried to do his best to raise me as a "good boy" so I would not "go down the path of sin" and, truth be told, mostly so I would not annoy him or anyone else, because that would have embarrassed him, and he would have felt humiliated. He was extremely strict and demanding, and because of this, I was not allowed the normal and natural expression in childhood which is so vital to the healthy development of human beings. My parents always used to tell me how "good I was in restaurants" and how they could take me out ANYWHERE, while their friends couldn't go out because their kids were "brats." Well, sad to say, the reason I was "good" was more likely because I was petrified of getting beaten with a leather belt and exiled from my father's affections. I am not sure I had much of a natural, "childlike interest" in table manners.
One "wrong" move, one word, one action, and that was it. Dad was enraged, and I, even in diapers, was having my body violated and being humiliated for whatever normal thing (read "grave and unforgivable sin") I had done. How can a child understand this? Why did my father do it to me? As you can probably guess, his father--my granddad--was even worse, and so on and so forth back in time. The takeaway is this:
If you were not allowed to express your emotions as a child you will not be able to receive the emotional expression of your children.
Nobody extended that love to you, thus your capacity to extend it to others is compromised. I can still feel the rage building up inside sometimes when my son is screaming, crying, or stomping on the floor. Why? Because I was never allowed that expression! I had to "tough it out!" Why shouldn't everyone else??? You see, there is a wound here, and it must be healed if we are ever going to reach our children.
How to handle a tantrum:
Take a deep breath
Take a second to step back and assess your own emotions. How do I feel right now. Why? What about this tantrum is annoying or disturbing me so much? Am I tired, scared, nervous or worried about something else that is happening in my life, not related to this tantrum? When we have other things weighing on our minds, we lose the "bandwidth" needed to extend compassion to others.Ask why
Why is my son crying? Why is my son screaming? Is he tired? Were his feelings hurt? Does he feel scared? Is he hungry? Did he attempt something and fail? Did I not notice him when he was talking to me?
The point here is that there is ALWAYS a reason why. One of the biggest mistakes parents make is to assume that since their child is "just a kid" their emotions are "simple" and they should always be obedient, cheerful, and happy. Every tantrum, every moment of happiness, sadness, grief or elation has a meaning. If you think kids are robots and cannot feel these things, of course you are going to get mad. You're a kid! Just be happy and obey me!!!!!
Example: My son a while back was getting ready to get in the shower. I was already in there and was waiting for him. My wife helped him take off his diaper and he immediately started screaming and crying. I was annoyed. I had just gotten home from work and was tired. I am also an anxious person and had been battling my own nerves all day so was frazzled. Fuck. Just get in the goddamn bath, I thought to myself. Well. I took a deep breath, and then looked again. Something was wrong, and there was some reason why, so I needed to find out.Get on their level.
I shook my anger away via acceptance (I accepted my anger for what it was and DID NOT JUDGE OR CONDEMN MYSELF FOR IT). I prepared to meet my son in peace, even in the midst of his screams. With a genuine and compassionate tone, I asked him what was the matter. What was bothering him. My wife did as well. I find it is also helpful to squat, sit, or kneel down so as to physically be on your child's level, and to make meaningful (not angry, judgmental, or accusatory) eye contact. Had my wife and I used irritated, accusing or extremely loud voices, he would not have felt safe enough to answer. My wife guessed: did you want to take off your diaper yourself? Because you can do it by yourself? He nodded. Like a whoosh of hot, high-pressure air being sucked from the room and the cool air returning, everything immediately was refreshed, and my son was at peace again. Now, I hate to say it, and I love my dad, but his response and perhaps my mom's as well would probably have been entirely different, and might even have involved striking me. My son just wanted to show his mommy and daddy what he could do. He was proud of himself.
My bro, marching to his own drum
I will relate one more episode, if a bit tangential, before signing off here. Just last night my son brought me one of his favorite toys. It is a Kamen Rider Ghost Belt Icon. If you have no idea what the hell that is, don't worry. The point is, he brought the toy to me and asked if he could take it apart. I said okay, but warned him that if he (or I) couldn't figure out how to put it back together, it would be broken. He said he understood, and that he still wanted to take a look inside. I helped him take the screws out and we placed them carefully on a small bench nearby. We got the whole thing apart in no time, and he was smiling in fascination at the parts and how they all fit together and moved and looked in this disassembled state. What surprised me most, though, was that even at age three, he put the whole thing back together almost entirely on his own. I smiled and remembered myself as a boy. I took everything apart. My dad's reaction was slightly different.
Kamen Rider Ghost Icon
Hard at work.
I remember taking apart a remote-control car I had been given as a gift. I loved to look at the green circuit boards inside--I loved the look of the tiny electronics. I used to take them out of junk items like old alarm clocks, video games, and broken toys, and make "robots" by sticking them all together on some sort of handmade "frame" such as a cardboard box or an old electric motor. After I had taken apart the RC car, I couldn't get it back together. I timidly asked my dad for help. He came up to my room. He couldn't put it back together, either. After about an hour of struggle he lost his temper, yelled in a booming voice that I shouldn't break everything everyone gives me, and hurled the car against the wall, smashing it to pieces. As he stormed out of my room I felt very ashamed of myself, and very alone.
I wish he would have asked me "why?" Because, you know what? I did have a reason. I wanted to see what was inside, just like my son with his Kamen Rider Ghost Icon.
It is often hard to talk about these things, but I feel it is important. As peaceful parents we know that it is always wrong to use violence against our children, as it is psychologically, physically and spiritually damaging. What I think we sometimes forget is that it is equally, if not more so damaging, to refuse to acknowledge our children's needs, by not being able to receive and validate their fully human emotions, feelings, expressions, values, and ideas.
Peace on, peaceful parents.
Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist residing in Niigata, Japan
