The other night Bruce wasn't home so I was trying to feed Justin and watch the older two boys at the same time. Sometimes they are very good kids, and other times they would try the patience of a saint. Wednesday night was one of the nights that they would have tried the patience of a saint. After I finished feeding Justin I laid him on the floor on a blanket so he could watch his big brothers, and I got on the floor so I could play with the older two. I was hoping that would calm them down.
I am not sure what Nathan was doing for me to yell at him, but he said the words that all parents hear and do not like to hear. "I hate you Mom." I could almost literally hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. I think that tears were starting to form in the corner of my eyes, and I know that I will hear it a hundred more times before he is grown, but I hope that I don't have that reaction every time.
I took a deep breath, mentally counted to five and said, "Well Nathan I am sorry that you feel that way but I love you." Everything else I said is kind of jumbled, but I remember feeling like my spirit was crushed. What a horrible feeling!!
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