I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
I’m starting to become the lame one in our dynamic. I know it. I’m not completely there yet, but give it time.
When his face lights up, it lifts my spirits in ways I never thought possible.
It was one of the most heart-wrenching-in-a-good-way moments I have ever had in my life.
The things I do for my son aren’t done for his recognition, appreciation, or even attention. They’re done because I love him.
Keeping his iPad away for the entire final day of Spring Break sounded crazy to everyone, including me, but it had to be done.
Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
I may have helped, but his successes were about him doing it, not me teaching him.
In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
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