Part of me wants to cater to that and part of me wants him to suck it up. It’s a work in progress.
He had been incredibly grumpy all morning.
I was kind of done with his grumpiness.
Except, I didn’t grab his jacket I grabbed his brothers on accident so when he tried to put it on it was too big.
Barely too big, though. Just wear it kid!
At this point the right thing to do would have been to either say:
“Well, Prince Henry I guess we are just going to be late to school then!”
And it wasn’t an under my breath, muttering kind of thing.
It was loud and very sarcastic and I think my neighbor who was puttering in the yard heard it.
It was just mean.
Good Gravy, woman, why?
Why would I say this to my child?
The thing is I wasn’t even mad at him.
I was really mad at me.
I lingered over my Shakeology too long, I checked Facebook before I got the boys up, I didn’t have my alarm set, I blah, blah, blah…
When I got in the car he beat me to the apology.
Which is big because even though he has a big heart in many ways he really doesn’t like to apologize.
All I could say was:
“Henry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Mom needs Jesus just like you do.”
And it’s true!
There is nothing wrong with apologizing to your kid when you’ve screwed up.
I just hope he remembers more of these moments:
I don’t know though…