Apparently the candy, Twix, causes drama in my family! Tonight Miranda had a tantrum regarding the chocolate treat that reminded me of a similar tantrum I had when I was about her age.
Miranda had eaten enough of her dinner to warrant a dessert. She picked out a chocolate heart candy and a miniature Twix. I was in the bedroom when Miranda came in looking for scissors to open the package. I told her to bring it to me and I’ll open it. Well, she threw it at me instead and it fell behind the headboard. Immediately, Miranda erupted into a full blown tantrum. It took quite a few minutes for her to calm down enough to eat her candy. In the midst of her tears, I was trying my best not to laugh.
Well, when I was around 5 or 6, my mom bought me a Twix candy from the store. When we got to my grandma’s house, I was able to open it and chow down. I remember the moment I finished it. I was so upset that it was all gone and that I didn’t save any, so I started crying uncontrollably. I ran to my mom, who was on the phone, and told her what happened. Somehow she managed to calm me down, without laughing, and was able to continue her call.
I don’t know why this memory is so strong for me, but it did have an effect. To this day, I tend to “save” special treats for later. I wait for the perfect time to enjoy it. Seeing Miranda as my mom probably saw me years ago was priceless. I wonder if she’ll remember this when she’s my age…