There are moments in motherhood that feel like scenes from a movie—your toddler is screaming in the middle of the cereal aisle, tears streaming down their cheeks (and yours are almost there too), and you’re trying to remember if you’ve had coffee today, or sleep… or a moment to breathe. Yep, I’ve been there—more times than I’d like to admit.
As a working mom, juggling deadlines and daycare drop-offs, tantrums can feel like the cherry on top of a stress sundae. But over the past three years of raising my son, I’ve learned a few things—mostly through trial, error, and the occasional meltdown (from both of us). This article isn’t coming from a parenting expert. It’s coming from a real mom who’s had to comfort a screaming toddler while answering Slack messages and who has quietly cried in the car before walking into a meeting.
Here’s how I’ve learned to handle toddler tantrums without completely losing my cool—and how you can too.
1. Understanding the “Why” Behind the Tantrum
Before anything else, I had to remind myself: Tantrums are not personal.
Toddlers have big emotions in tiny bodies. They don’t yet have the vocabulary to say, “Mommy, I’m feeling overwhelmed and tired after daycare,” so instead, they cry because their banana broke in half.
Once I stopped seeing tantrums as defiance and started seeing them as communication, I found it easier to stay calm. My job wasn’t to fix the tantrum—it was to support my son through it. That mental shift was a game-changer.
2. My Go-To Tantrum Toolkit
I’ve developed a little routine that helps both of us get through those stormy moments:
- Stay calm (on the outside). Even when I’m boiling inside, I remind myself: You are the thermostat. You set the temperature. If I react with more yelling, it only escalates the chaos.
- Get on his level. Literally. I crouch down, make eye contact, and speak softly. Sometimes just saying, “You’re really upset right now, and that’s okay,” is enough to make him feel seen.
- Offer comfort, not control. Instead of trying to stop the tantrum, I offer a hug or a calm presence. Some kids want space; mine wants closeness.
- After the storm, talk. Once the tantrum passes, I say, “Next time, can we use words?” or “It’s okay to feel mad, but we can’t hit.” We keep it simple and loving.
3. Time Management When You’re Running on Empty
The hardest tantrums always seem to happen when I’m running late. Mornings are especially brutal—trying to get us both out the door with shoes, snacks, and sanity intact feels like an Olympic sport.
Here’s what’s helped:
- Prep the night before. Outfits, lunchboxes, and even my work bag are ready to go. The less I have to think in the morning, the better.
- Wake up 30 minutes earlier (yes, really). I resisted this for months, but now it’s my sacred “me time.” I drink coffee in silence and mentally prep for the day.
- Leave buffer time. I plan for tantrums the way others plan for traffic. If we need to leave by 8:00, I aim for 7:45. It helps so much.
No, I’m not always on time. But giving myself grace and a little margin has made a big difference.
4. Self-Care: Not Just a Buzzword
I used to think self-care meant bubble baths or girls’ weekends—and while I love both, the truth is, self-care sometimes just means hiding in the laundry room for five minutes to breathe.
Here’s what real self-care looks like in my world:
- Asking for help. This was hard for me. But now, I lean on my partner, my mom, and even my best friend when I need a break. It’s not weakness—it’s wisdom.
- Saying no without guilt. No, I can’t volunteer for that school committee right now. No, I won’t be staying late at work again. Protecting my peace means protecting my family too.
- Taking care of my body. Sleep, hydration, and movement help me stay more patient. Even a 10-minute walk during lunch can reset my mood.
5. Let’s Talk About Mom Guilt
Oh, guilt. My constant companion.
I feel guilty when I miss bedtime because of work. I feel guilty when I hand him the tablet just so I can finish a project. I feel guilty for wanting a break.
But here’s what I’ve realized: Guilt doesn’t mean you’re failing. It means you care. And that’s a beautiful thing.
I’ve started flipping the script. Instead of saying, “I’m not doing enough,” I ask, “What did I do today to show my child he’s loved?” The answer is almost always a lot.
6. Balancing Work and Mom Life (Without Burning Out)
I used to strive for perfect balance. Now I aim for intentional imbalance. Some days, my son gets more of me. Other days, work gets more. The goal isn’t perfection—it’s presence.
Here’s how I keep both balls in the air:
- Use your village. Whether it’s daycare, a trusted babysitter, or a family member, let others help carry the load.
- Work smarter, not longer. I set boundaries around my work time. No checking emails during bedtime routine. No work calls during dinner. Those moments matter.
- Communicate with your boss/team. I was scared to be honest about parenting struggles, but once I opened up, I was met with more support than I expected.
Remember: You’re allowed to be both a great mom and a dedicated employee. Those things aren’t mutually exclusive.
7. Progress Over Perfection
There are still days when I snap. When I yell louder than I want to. When I feel like I’ve failed.
But you know what I do then? I apologize. Yes, even to my toddler. I say, “I’m sorry for yelling. Mommy was overwhelmed, but I love you so much.” And every time, he forgives me. Every. Time.
Our kids don’t need perfect moms. They need real, growing, present moms.
You’re Doing Better Than You Think
If you’re reading this while hiding in the bathroom during a tantrum, or while rocking a screaming toddler and feeling like your sanity is hanging by a thread—know this:
You are not alone.
You’re not a bad mom because you feel frustrated. You’re not weak because you need help. You’re human—and you’re doing one of the hardest jobs in the world with love and courage.
Tantrums will come and go. But the love you give—every cuddle, every “I love you,” every deep breath you take instead of yelling—that is what your child will remember.
So take a moment today to breathe. To laugh, even if it’s through tears. To remind yourself that messy, imperfect, beautiful motherhood is more than enough.
Mama, you’ve got this.
