Yes, those are words straight from my sons mouth. Aimed at me. For what? I can’t quite remember. Something silly like… I wanted to turn right and you turned left. Toddlers.
You hear those mommy stories of the first time they tell you they hate you, the first time they say I don’t love you anymore – but those conversations do nothing in the name of preparation. It still stings. Bad.
That day in the car he said he didn’t want to live with me, I asked him where he would like to live. He said, “Uncle Rich’s.” So I pulled over, put the car in reverse and turned around. (Thank God he didn’t call my bluff because no way was I actually driving to Uncle Rich’s house.)
He asked me if I would stay there with him – no. Would I come back later to get him – no. And he immediately panicked yelling, “I love you! I love you! I love you! I want to live with you!” And of course, he never had a choice.
I was not at all prepared for this to start so early. I mean, middle school? High school? Of course! But my three-year old baby? No way. He mostly has such a sweet disposition with me and we have a very snuggly, lovey relationship. So for him to say he doesn’t like me, was odd.
I know that he’s just trying to express himself and with a small toddler vocabulary, telling me he doesn’t like me is the way he was saying he was upset. But seriously, that burns.
If this is life with a child that’s only been on the planet three years, what in God’s name am I getting into when he’s fourteen?? I don’t even want to imagine that. I should start preparing future punishments now. I’m going to need them.