Over the weekend, I was putting Coop down for his afternoon nap. We were doing the usual – books and songs followed by total smashing cheeks kissy fest. I snuggled him into his sheets next to Big Bird when he said something that made me weepy.
“Mommy, do you still love me when I’m nasty?”
6 million thoughts raced through my mind. Why is my child questioning my love for him? What have I done to make him feel this way? Am I too harsh or quick to discipline? Do I not tell him I love him enough?
I reassured him that of course I love him and I always will. (If he only knew the major amount of crap he could do and still have my love.) I told him that when he’s nasty, it makes me sad, but I love him no matter what. He said “okay” and went right to sleep. I on the other hand couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened. (Or looking at pictures of my sweet little man trying to think of where I went wrong.)
When the hubs came home, I sadly told him what happened. His response to me wasn’t quite what I expected. He said “So what. He just wanted to know if it was okay to be nasty to you.”
Humph. Guess I let it get to me a bit much. He’s learning. He’s figuring out life and and where he stands with us. What he can get away with. Just how many times he can say “No, I’m in charge, Mom” without me calling his Dad.
I know I will never be able to explain to him just how much I love him. Just like I never fully understood when my parents told me over and over, until I became a Mom. To think that God loves us all like we love our children; its a humbling thought.
I may have a child that puts on a stink face *almost* every time I tell him to do something lately. One who knows that I hate to take the iPad away as a punishment, because lets face it, it totally screws me. One who sings Kid Rock, shakes his bootay and knows every character on Family Guy.
But I love him like crazy. And I will try my hardest to make sure he knows it every single day. Because that’s what Mommy’s do.
Humph. Guess I let it get to me a bit much. He’s learning. He’s figuring out life and and where he stands with us. What he can get away with. Just how many times he can say “No, I’m in charge, Mom” without me calling his Dad.
I know I will never be able to explain to him just how much I love him. Just like I never fully understood when my parents told me over and over, until I became a Mom. To think that God loves us all like we love our children; its a humbling thought.
I may have a child that puts on a stink face *almost* every time I tell him to do something lately. One who knows that I hate to take the iPad away as a punishment, because lets face it, it totally screws me. One who sings Kid Rock, shakes his bootay and knows every character on Family Guy.
But I love him like crazy. And I will try my hardest to make sure he knows it every single day. Because that’s what Mommy’s do.
awww. great post!
Aww.. sweet Coop! You have a great husband, Molls. He knew just what to say! 🙂
Such a sweet post. 🙂
Great post. But I have to warn you, they always wonder and you just going to have to reassure them. My oldest is 19 (yikes) and had a hard decision to make a few weeks back, he came to me so sad because he was in fear of disappointing me…I love my kids to death and I have to make sure they know this each and every day.
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Have to accept it. Very nice expression.
This post made me weepy. I would have reacted the exact same way.
Such a sweet story…I would have been upset, too, but your hubby is totally right. Oh those sweet little boys!!! 🙂
Oh Molly you are going to make me cry!
I lost my temper with Tyler today. I know exactly what you mean. You even worrying about this means you are an awesome mommy to him. And to baby boy #2.
Awww.
You made me cry hooker. So sweet!