You’re in a faceoff with your kid. At least, it feels like a faceoff.
They want candy before dinner. You said no.
Her little fists are in tight balls. You know what comes next.
Utter chaos and explosion.
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I don’t understand why you can’t just behave!
You say this to your kid. Maybe you scream it.
Because it seems like whatever you do, it is a constant power struggle with your child.
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Vitriol.
Anger.
All seemingly directed at me.
But its not about me. And its not about you either when your child turns on you with the rage of emotions and backtalk.
It’s 6:30am and already, every task is causing a tantrum.
“We have nothing I want to eat!”
“Bud. Its Ok, just pick something else.”
“No! I don’t want anything else.”
My 6-year-old son and I stand in the kitchen. We’re the only ones up. I look at the ceiling wiling my husband to get out of bed above me.
Middle school was complete hell.
When my daughter entered sixth grade this year, I was terrified.
I didn’t want her to think it was her fault that other people were mean to her. I wanted her to know how to confront problems and the typical, stupid ways that people would react.
Ways that had nothing to do with her.
Girl drama is one of those things.
“I can’t do it!
My gosh, there is nothing that hurts me more than hearing my kids say that. It’s not the give-up fast “can’t do it”.
Rather its said after comparing themselves with everyone else around them and thinking they suck.
I want to cry.
I want to hug my child, to hold her, but she pulls away.
No matter what I say.
No matter what I tell her.
She doesn’t believe me. I am completely and utterly wrong. Because I’m not there and I don’t see the other kids.
Meanwhile, I know that she’s being too hard on herself.