My son hates me
I've always heard other moms talk about it, the dreaded, "I hate you!" I don't think I ever actually said that to my parents (I thought it, of course, along with some other choice phrases!), so naturally I assumed that no child of mine would ever say that to me. I was wrong. Jacob and I were butting heads over something the other day, I'm not even sure what. It probably had to do with not playing with him, or some other motherly infraction, but I do remember telling him that I had to get in the shower, and then we were going to have lunch. He shouted, "NO!" I calmly picked up my towel, headed to the bathroom, and said, "I don't talk to little boys who shout." He screamed, "Well, I don't like mommies who take showers and eat lunch! I DON'T!" Then he started crying while I shut the bathroom door and started the shower, too stunned and angry to respond in any other way. While I was in the shower, Jacob further demonstrated his frustration with me by throwing a Hot Wheels car loop-the-loop thingie against the wall, breaking the toy and denting the wall. I was not pleased, and the angry conversations continued until finally Jacob completely melted down, and we rocked in the rocker and then I fed us both. It's amazing what food can do, isn't it? But still-- to think, my child doesn't like me? Me? ME? I'm his mother, his universe, the sun around which his life should orbit, the woman who gave him life. Not like me? Impossible! The episode blew over well enough, and he didn't actually say, "I HATE YOU", but what should I do the next time he pulls out this particular defense against me? When he says it, it makes me want to simultaneously smack him and burst into tears. Probably not the best reaction, all things considered. Any other moms out there with this problem? Maybe I should just carry food with me all the time, and whenever he melts down, I should just toss him a granola bar, like an animal. Wouldn't be the first time I felt like I was living in a zoo!