You Get Angry at Me Sometimes

These bedtime chats are taking me on an emotional rollercoaster. I love how Andre is still comfortable enough with me that he can open up on how he was affected by events that happened during the day. At the same time, it breaks my heart when he says that he’s sad or hurt over something we did or said, no matter if it was for his own good.

Background:

I bought chewing gum (another long learning conversation on the difference between chewing and bubble gum) last week at SM , distinctly told him that it was mine (all mine!) and that he needed to ask for permission to tear a piece off. True enough, he came to me last night and asked if he could get some – right after he had licked the entire stash, transforming it into orange goop. I had to play Bad Cop and say No. End result: 10 minutes of quiet time followed by the question “What time is Daddy coming home?” Hah.

Right before going to sleep, he said, “You know what Mommy? You get angry at me sometimes.”

I was ready to nod off but those few sentences had me wide awake in seconds and ready to do some heavy-duty explaining. 30 minutes later, I think he got the concept of justified scolding. He drifted to sleep while I was hugging him… after whispering.. "I love you too, Mommy".