Tuesday, November 3, 2009

"I don't love you anymore..."

"...and I am NOT gonna be your son anymore and I'm going to throw you in the garbage!"


So says my beloved firstborn. It's his new favourite phrase and frankly, it's beginning to wear very, very thin.

Where did he learn this? Where did he learn to put all these words together and deliver them with such feeling, such overwrought, four-year-old rage? And omigod, WHEN will it end???

I know that I should simply ignore it and carry on. And for the most part, I do. The only response I've offered thus far is a calm, "Well, I love you, Matthew and I will always be your Mummy forever and ever!"

But inside? I'm a mess. God help me when this fire-haired, wildly-tempered little boy turns 11.



  1. The only comforting (or semi-comforting) thing I can say is that he feels so sure of your love that he knows he can say this. If he had any doubt that you loved him THIS MUCH, he wouldn't.

  2. Oh, thank you, Ann D! Sometimes I feel like *I* must have done this to him - made him question my love, my adoration, all of it. Mostly, I worry that the world will crush his sensitive spirit, but then sometimes? I worry that the one doing the crushing will be...gulp....ME.