A Mother’s Greatest Fear
Tuesday, October 24th, 2006So today, Clay and another kid got to fighting after school, and i mean it came to blows and pushing. So when we got home, he was going straight up to his room for a time out until dinner. Fighting is not acceptable, ever. So as i was getting Robbie, Mercedes and Nicholas out of the van, Clay thought it would be funny to pull his pants down and show the neighborhood his tighty whiteys. So I told him “ok, i’ve changed my mind, your punishment is now this. You’ll go upstairs till dinner, you’ll come down to eat dinner, then you’ll go back upstairs to bed” He threw a hissy fit and a half. Yelling and crying, throwing stuff, kicking the walls and door. I didn’t know what to do about him being so destructive, so i decided to ignore it. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, he started yelling down “i don’t love you anymore, I want a different mommy!” That tore my heart apart. I didn’t know what to do, so i called Dennis at work, and he said to go show Clay how hurt i was, and that i was crying. So I did, instead of trying to hide it. I went up there, sat him down and said “mommy’s been downstairs crying” he said, “how come?” “because you said you didn’t love me anymore” and he burst into tears, which made me cry more. He said he changed his mind, that he does love me and we hugged and made up.
Even though I knew what he was saying wasn’t true, that he was just angry, it still cut deep like a knife. I knew I’d have to deal with this, I just didn’t think it’d be when he was 4. Everything’s ok now though, he’s upstairs, peacefully playing/reading in his room, and i’m cooking spaghetti for dinner. Have a good night.
