Let me preface this by saying that I love my son. I LOVE my son. I love him so much it hurts and on days (like today) when we just can’t seem to see eye to eye on ANYTHING, I find I have to say this over and over again.
When my 4-year-old son tells me he hates me because I just asked him to buckle his seatbelt, I know he doesn’t actually hate me. And I know this is also true when he says those same words when I ask him to give the boy his toy back at the park, no you can’t have candy for breakfast, or when I tell him it’s time to leave. I know that he is still developing and he has big emotions that he can’t always find the words to say. I KNOW that.
But yesterday it was my birthday. And it started out pretty positively until it quickly took a nose-dive all the way into the afternoon today. And as much as I am a capable, confident mama, being told “I hate you! ….I’m sorry I don’t hate you! I hate you! I’m sorry I love you!” ….for days on end is wearisome. And I am after all human and I do have emotions and I found that this morning I just couldn’t take it anymore and have been a weepy mess. Ugh.
I told myself I would never cry in front of my children to show that they have hurt my feelings but now I’m really wondering if that’s healthy? Shouldn’t they know the power of words when it’s a safe place in their own home?
I honestly don’t know what the rest of the day will look like but I’m holding on to this quote: