So rude, yet so polite
TheBoy does not like me. He informed of this fact the other night, after I told him it was time to get his little pink butt downstairs to bed: "Mommy, I don't like you." He even stamped his foot and pointed at me. Serious stuff.I thought that was the end of it. Instead, my son suddenly morphed into a 13-year-old girl. When I tried to read him his bedtime stories, he insisted that Judybat do it instead. When I tried to kiss him goodnight, he wiped it off. The next morning, he refused to let me put his clothes on.
"Mommy, go away."
"Don't talk to me like that."
"Mommy, go away please."
I went away. He said please, after all. I'm trying not to take all this personally -- after all, my mantra continues to be that no 3-year-old is going to hurt my feelings. I'm an adult. He's a child. I know that this is just some weird phase he's going through and that he'll soon move on to something else. Of course, my feelings are hurt. I can't help it.
posted by AnnaRay at 9:39 AM
6 Comments:
I like you.
Your Neenaw used to say that children stomp on your feet when they are little and on your heart as they get older.The boy is just getting a head start. It isn't personal. He is just establishing his independence. Someday he may move a coast away.
You're lucky I get, "I hate you! and "you are not my friend" on a regualar basis, everytime I say no to Lexi or reprimand her for doing something she should not be doing. The best is "you've ruined my life. She is only 6. I worry when she turns 11 and 12.
Hamsters do not do these things.
Yes, but they leave their fur everywhere.
Anonymous and my mother apparently went to school together...
By the way -- I remember a time when I was ~16 when I was surprised and delighted to notice that my stress level didn't take a big drop whenever my parents left the room I was in. Apparently, I had learned to stay relaxed around them -- rather than hating ever second of the universe that they were in the same space as I.
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