I love my son more than anything. I do so much to try and keep him on a path to being a happy young person. This includes being the "Bad Cop" when the situation calls for it... This means that when he doesn't get his way he hates me. Or I'm not his parent. Or he's not my son. That is all fine because I know he's upset and doesn't mean it.
What gets to me, is when he is totally fine and in a good mood, yet he insists I'm not his mother. He says his mom is his favourite. That I'm just his "Ali". That he doesn't care what I think or feel. I never even asked him to call me mom. In fact, it was my idea that he call me Ali. I will admit that I hoped he would want to call me mom, and that it would be okay with his mom. So I guess I can't really complain...
It just hurts to know that my own child cares so little for me. It also hurts that his mother doesn't ever help with the Bad Cop role. I don't always want to be the one to tell him he can't have a toy everytime we go to the store...
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