Yesterday, as I was enforcing Owen's daily TV limit, he yelled "I Hate You!" and ran upstairs.
Well, certainly turning off the TV is a hate-worthy act. I can appreciate that.
I can totally understand that he was frustrated and mad at me, and that he is not quite five.
I can also understand that he is going through a bit of an anti-mommy phase ever since I had the gall to bring another baby into our house (Daddy, of course, had no involvement in that).
And I am an adult who can intellectually understand that he in no way means that he hates me.
Right.
Please someone pull out the large knife that is sticking through my heart. That hurt. Really.
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I wonder how many of those knife wound scars we will have when we emerge from the other side of this 20-30 years down the road :(
ReplyDeleteMore than I care to think about...
ReplyDeleteEspecially with daughters. I don't know about you, but my teen years were pretty brutal on my mother. Sorry Mom 8-)