Still my loving, mama-respecting boys…..they show glimpses of tween cootie inhabitants. Plugged into iPods with closed bedroom doors, DRAMA and a little bit of sass. What happens when I ask my son to move his homework station out of the room where his siblings are watching TV (“mom, they are BOTHERING me!”)? A dramatic sweep of the books, 3 minutes of contorted complaints as he tries to get ‘comfortable’ in another room….and eventually a grand finale: 10 minutes of hideous wailing in his room because I just made his day “the worst day in his life EVER!”
Because I asked him to move.
Sigh. What’s a mother to do? Just keep loving. I try very, very hard not to raise my own voice because it just makes things worse. My success rate is about 60 percent. But I just keep loving and supporting. He’s growing and fighting hormone junk…..my quietness almost always yields a sniffly “sorry, Mom” after the drama ceases.
Still, I wonder how the heck I’ll survive when teenagers inhabit my house. Oy. At least I know many moms and dads who will be going through it to. 🙂
No matter how calmly you try to referee, parenting will eventually produce bizarre behavior, and I’m not talking about the kids. Their behavior is always normal.