The other night I attempted to bathe The Boy. The Boy hates them lately. I had avoided giving him one for a few nights so enough was enough. A wash down was essential, lest he start resembling that filthy boy in Peanuts cartoons with flies hovering above his head. (Ugh, why can't I remember that character's name right now? Well you know who I mean right? Boy resembled him.)
So just as predicted the bath didn't go well. We fought throughout it's duration.
Wait a minute-- You're telling me you argued with a two and a half year old child?
Yes, I did.
Can you really have an argument with a small child like that?
I'm not sure about others but you can with mine and I did. It went something like this--
Me: We're going to take a bath.
Boy: No I not take a bath!
Me: Please sit down in the bath, Boy.
Boy: No I not sit!
Me: Okay, I need you to sit down now. You're going to slip and it's scaring me.
Boy: No! I not sit!
Me: Alright, then we're done with the bath.
Boy: NO I NOT DONE IN BATH!!!
Sigh. Something like that. Not the most relaxing or pleasant point of our day together. I tried to remain calm but my little empath can pick up on how I'm feeling even if I'm burying those angry feelings as best I can. I hoisted his forty-pound, slippery body out of the tub (honestly, a large river otter would have been more manageable) and carried him off to his room to dry off. This is where our next conversation took place--
Boy: Mommy you not mad.
I say nothing.
Boy: Mommy you not mad!
Me: I am a little mad.
Boy: No you not mad!
Me: Honey, take it easy. Let's just get you dressed and ready for bed.
A few moments of silence passed as I toweled him off and found jammies. Then out of nowhere--
Boy: Mommy, nobody take you.
Me: What?
Boy: Nobody take Mommy.
Me: No, Boy, nobody take Mommy.
Boy: Nobody take mine Mommy.
I scooped him up and held him in my lap and we rocked back and forth for a long time. Teary eyed, I kissed his head/cheek/forehead no less than a billion times and reassured, "No, honey, nobody take Mommy." We rocked more. I kissed him more. I held him tighter. He hugged me back. I was no longer angry. Just grateful.
He sounds like quite the special little boy. Very intense, yet smart and irresistible.
He is.
You're a lucky mommy.
I am.
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2 comments:
Are you sure you didn't embellish that? That is crazy he would think that. I know his mind isn't thinking the same way we do, though. What a sweetie...I'm so glad you have the extra forethought to write things down and remember the special times.
Hee. The only embellishing I did was at how calm my anger comes off. Didn't elaborate on that. He has now mentioned a few more times of his concern someone will take me away, which is sweet and yet unsettling.
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