No Little Angel

Kieron can have the most amazing tantrums. From a very young age he could scream and scream for ages. I would put him in his carseat and swing him till my arm felt that it had grown 6 inches. Eventually, we put cup hooks in a doorway and attached the seat to that and swung him until he smiled and then slept. Without thinking, on one occasion I asked Kieron's sister to pick up something that was under the chair and yes..it hit her on the head as he swung. Kieron loved his swing and would shout until he was swinging fast enough.
Once he had outgrown the seat and had started to walk if he decided to sulk he did it in inimitable style. Shoulders down, bottom lip sticking out, semi-hunched and walking around looking at the floor. The first time he did it I couldn't stop laughing, so he pouted even more.It almost became his party piece.
As he grew older he started to stomp. Up the stairs stomp, into his room stomp, around his room stomp, slam the door stomp, shout 'go away' at full pelt. Creeping up the stairs and putting my head round his bedroom door, I would find him lying under his bunkbed or in his bed pretending that he couldn't see or hear me. Sometimes he would break something of his, almost like a self-punishment.
But Kieron's tantrums are fiery and furious and end as fast as they begin. Within a few minutes a footstep on the stairs would alert me to the end of the rage. I would turn round and either see a note saying 'sorry' slid under the door or a little whirlwind would launch himself at me for a hug.
Sometimes we sat down and talked about why he got angry..was it justified or over-reaction? How could we work towards a compromise?
Other times, with Kieron's arms and legs firmly wrapped round me, I would up-end him and walk round with him upside down and giggling.
I want to hear him stomping. I want to hear him slam his door. I just want to hear him.