Mommy’s The Worst
Azul has picked a new habit. Well, I’m not sure it’s a habit yet, but it is definitely a new behavior, and I’m not sure if my indifference to it is turning it into a habit. But what do I do?
So, when my five year-old gets mad or doesn’t get his way, he begins to march around, his brow furrowed, knees high in the air, bent arms swinging at his side, and feet firmly placed on the ground when they meet the floor (really, he would make any drill sergeant proud), proclaiming, “Mommy’s the worst! Mommy’s the worst!”
Now if this stems from some deep-seated need to protest authority, I’m okay with that. Or if he is a natural cheerleader, cheering for the good or the bad, just wanting to express himself, I’m okay with that too. And to be fair, I have also gotten the, “Mommy’s the best” — not quite as often, but it’s happened.
When the demonstration begins, it is a funny thing to witness and I haven’t taken it personally, but this is where the indifference comes in — should I do something or not react at all? If I get hurt over it (and really, parents should never show weakness to their children’s insults), I know he will continue to do it, or if I laugh at it (as I have at times in the past), he will continue to do it, or if I do nothing and just give him the “What you talking about Willis” look (yup, done that too), he will continue to do it. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. I guess this is really what parenting is all about.
Azulism #11
Azul’s math skills are definitely improving! Just in time for Valentine’s Day.
“I love you…”
Head in the Clouds
It was a rare morning commute, when all three of us, Azul, my husband and I were traveling together. Usually we say our good-byes in the garage and go our separate ways, regrouping in the evening. Like most commutes, Azul and I were as chatty as ever, I’m sure ruining my husband’s normally quiet drive. It had lightly snowed overnight and was a mostly cloudy morning. While driving we had a perfect view of the Sandia mountains east of the city.
“Look at how pretty the clouds look over the mountains!” I pointed out to Azul. He, recognizing their beauty said, “They look like waves crashing over the mountains!” I continued, “Yeah, or whipped cream!” We looked at each other, he was licking his lips and rubbing his hands together, saying “Whipped cream sky pie! Yum, yum!” I agreed with an enthusiastic, “Mmmmm!”
Azul continued, “If we were walking on the mountains we would be in the clouds.” Out of nowhere, we heard another voice in the truck join in the conversation. “We wouldn’t be able to see much,” Alan added. Azul, of course, was the first to respond, shaking his head with his hands in the air. “Are you kidding me,” he said. “We wouldn’t be able to see anything!” Then, we were all clouded by laughter!
Carmelina Hart 