Kamp lives in a world he doesn’t understand, and that makes him nervous and very, VERY uncomfortable. He copes by sticking to a routine; it helps him feel safe knowing what’s coming next. And because Kamp doesn’t understand language very well, warning and preparing him for changes in his routine is out of the question. When the routine is broken he hits, screams, cries and kicks; freakouts can last anywhere from a few minutes to hours.
Changes can be miniscule, like not zipping up his coat (all the way), taking a different way to the gym that he doesn’t recognize, or putting on his shoes and not going outside right way. In fact, when Jesse was working at Macaroni Grill we’d stop by to visit. If we didn’t park the car, go inside, sit down and order his Mac ‘n Cheese he would lose it. You think YOUR kid won’t stop screaming? I’ve got one that’s about to start kindergarten, who is pereptually stuck in the terrible two’s. The terrible two’s on steroids!
At meal times Kamp has a staple that I think most people who were raised in Utah can relate to – Ranch Dressing. The kid dips EVERYTHING in it! Pizza, chicken nuggets, sandwiches, hands, toy dinosaur, you name it, he’ll use it to eat his beloved ranch. So a couple of weeks ago – I’m not sure where my brain was – I forgot to pick up ranch and…we ran out. It was dinner time, Kamp sat down to eat his favorite (pizza) and saw that there was no white dipping sauce on his plate. He walked over to the fridge, looked right in the spot his favorite condiment calls home and of course, it was empty. He started combing the fridge then walked over to me grabbed my hand and led me over to the fridge, opened it and moved my hand toward the empty space. I tried to explain, “I’m sorry Kamp, but we ran out of ranch. Daddy will pick some up on the way home.”
I am positive he didn’t understand a word I said, but he did understand when I closed the door empty handed that we didn’t have the salad dressing. He started jumping up and down and screaming like an ape. He started running into me and proceeded to head butt my leg and slap me over and over. I usually try to ignore him at first to see if he will calm himself down. Sometimes he does; this time…not so much. I turned around and wrestled him to the ground. I had to lay on top of him to apply enough pressure so that his nervous system would tell his brain to RELAX. All in all, it was about a twenty minute tantrum. The story ended when Dad came home with the ranch and Kamp finally ate his dinner.
I learned a valuable lesson; my house will ALWAYS have ranch dressing so we don’t have to endure what we call the, “Where the Hell is My Ranch?!” tantrum ever again!