Sometimes I am the soft spoken, patient mother who quietly escorts her angry son away, but mostly I get angry and embarrassed myself and try my best imitation of the stern, no nonsense drill sargent. Neither tactic works, by the way.
My biggest fear? You thinking you could do better. I'll admit, I've thought this myself about you and your children. But that was a long time ago.
Did you know I hate it when your child gets called names just because they happen to be in the right place at the right time? No amount of apology or shrugging of shoulders makes up for ugly words targeted at your child.
If you look closer you might see I'm doing my best and that what comes out of my son's mouth is only a reflection of his internal struggle.
If you look closer you might see a boy who is unsure and anxious.
A boy who desperately wants to be accepted by his peers.
A boy who ironically hates the spotlight and would like to blend in.
A boy who likes to laugh and have fun, but who finds it difficult to lighten up and let go.
5 comments:
I know I don't have to tell you...I have always adored that boy too. You are a wonderful mother. He is lucky to have you. I know you didn't do this blog for praise. But, what are friends for? John is such an awesome kid. Difficult sometimes but awesome. He's got more personality than most kids. That's better than blending in in my book.
Oh my darling girl that even as a four year old and beyond was a constant defender of the underdog-adopter of the stray cats of life. If someone didn't have a friend you were first to be there lifting them up as best you could. Sometimes I worried for you, now I know that gift only strengthened you then to help such a special, strong spirit trapped in a little boys body. If John could rule the world he wouldn't lose his temper so often. Why didn't I recognize that that volatile little girl (very like her own mother) would be challenged with a volatile child. We both matured into caring responsible adults and so will our dear John. I didn't know when you tried to comfort me as I raised a challenging child that I would attempt to comfort you with the same words. "Heavenly Father sent him to you for a reason . . . a reason that each of you do not understand yet."
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This is lovely. And sometimes being a good mom is too stinking hard.
I simply need to say I love you. That is all.
love this post!
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