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Squish thinks I’m the meanest mom in the world.
“You’re so mean,” he says, so many times a day.
When I’m finally pulling his pajamas off him at 11:30 in the morning, after asking him politely no fewer than half a dozen times to get dressed: “You’re so mean.”
When I’m prying the lollipop out of his hand and telling him – for the third time in as many minutes – that he has to eat his lunch before he can have it: “You’re so mean.”
When I’m reminding him, yet again, that we do not ride bikes in the house: “You’re so mean.”
When I’m standing my ground on limiting screen time: “You’re so mean.”
When I’m refusing to blow up the third balloon of the day: “You’re so mean.”
He asks his dad to please sit by him at every meal and cries whenever I drive the bike if Micah is available to do it. Because I’m so mean.
Yet the second he falls off his chair, or bumps his head, or drops a morsel of delicious food, this is what I hear: “Mooooooooommmm! I neeeeeed yooooooouuuuu! Moooooooooooooommmmmmyyyyyyyy!”
And I think: Whose the mean one around here?
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Sometimes in order to achieve that goal that’s been mocking us, we just need to go at it from a different angle.