b. asked about my meeting last night, so i told him that i was learning how to be a better mommy. i asked the boys if they thought i needed to be a better mommy (i know, why do i ask these things??). b., said,
no! you’re a perfect mommy!
(he’s now my favorite)
n. chimes in,
yes!
i try to clarify, because i know that sometimes kids get confused (“do you want this?” “NO” “are you sure?” “NO!”). i ask, “why do you think mommy needs to be better?”
not at all confused, he says,
because you ALWAYS get mad at me, and then i get mad, and YOU get mad!
he does seem to understand the vicious cycle well. sigh.
then, just now, i gave each of the boys a bowl of apple to snack on, while watching some tv. b. says (quite nonplussed),
why did you give us sagwa??
“because i thought you might like to eat some,” i replied calmly (not that the situation warranted more dramatic emotion).
oh.
what? i don’t usually feed them?
they’re a mystery, these little beings taking up temporary residence in our home. don’t even get me started on how their “boy-ness” just makes my head and insides roil.
lymi
