Boy and I seem to be involved in some sort of parent-child tussle to see who is the boss. It's not a battle I want to indulge in, nor do I see the need in any case. But Boy, apparently, wants this. He complains constantly and incessantly about my dictatorial ways. He threatens to annoy me just as much as I annoy him. He critiques my decision making skills and tells me he hates me. He goes on and on and on and on. It's tiresome. I let it wash over me. I let him make as many decisions for himself as he sensibly can. I point out the flaws in his crazy schemes - now, really, there are still a great many things you need help with Boy. Do you think you can live alone just yet? When you're bigger.
He wants to escape - to live in space or under the ocean. He wants the house to take off, driven by the pure willpower of a 5 year old, to take him to new and exciting lands. He's constantly building vehicles of escape, but none of them ever work. And he's is frustrated and angry. And sometimes he throws himself at me, fists and spittle flying.
And he wants to be the boss of me. Do as I say! I don't care what you say. I don't care what you want.
Today, he was yelling at me to freeze.
No, I said. I don't want to.
You have to FREEZE!
No. I'm not going to do something just because you tell me to. I need a good reason.
You have to freeze because.... I want to give you a cuddle.
So I froze. And he came to me and cuddled me and said: I love you mummy.
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