I can't figure out what the shift is here, but things have certainly shifted in a different direction. What happens to little boys when they turn 6? I can't figure out if I'm mad or if my feelings are just hurt. I know for certain that I am frustrated.
What happened to my Puck?
I am having a big problem with him listening and what's worse, respect. That's right, R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
He is in the mode where he is determined to do what HE wants at all costs.
And it's driving me up the freakin' wall!
I love my son.
|Puck in the hospital a day after his birth.|
I remember rocking him and nursing him on cold winter nights in a dark and silent house while watching out the window at the half built homes that were going up all around us.
I remember the last time I stuffed him in the infant car seat and he was so big I knew it would be the last time. I remember carrying him on my hip...and I think that's what I miss the most. That, or maybe how he used to say, "Up on Mama!" when he wanted me to pick him up. I remember applesauce, first steps, and exploding diapers...
Now here is this big kid, with a big kids hair cut, and big feet. I missed the change. I missed when he ceased being a toddler and became, a kid?
I don't want to be at odds with him until he turns 18. He's only 6... I hope this is a phase. I hope I can get through it and still be a good parent to him. I miss my baby and it makes my heart ache.