Some days Monkey Boy is so adorably sweet and kind he can melt your heart. Yesterday was not one of those days. He acted a fool at school. He got sent home early. He cried while sitting in the chair waiting for Baby Daddy to pick him up. He knew he was in the sauce.
Baby Daddy spanked him. Then when I got home, we wrote apology notes to the aggrieved parties. I never thought I would help my child write a letter that began, “Dear Ben, I’m sorry I threatened your life and punched you in the throat….”
Nobody tells you this before you have a kid, when he’s in the sauce, you get to spend quality time with the principal. Overall, it was an encouraging conversation. Truth is, what happened is not that unusual. He’s four. He has trouble with the concept of social norms. His teacher and the rest of the staff are going to work with us to better set him up for success. I feel good about their take on this. They obviously love that Turkey.
Now for the pitiful selfish whining portion: I’m SO PISSED at him for getting in trouble. See, I had this whole plan for a fun night that was RUINT by his antics.
Yesterday morning, he was very concerned his stuffed puppy “Peppy” was lonely during the day. I said, “Oh no, he comes to work with me.” There was stupid round robin that ended with, “Prove it.” So I brought that damn dog to work with me. I took pictures all over the building. My coworkers got in on the action. It was hilarious.
I uploaded all the photos and couldn’t wait to get home so we could look at them together. I just knew he would be so excited to see the Adventures of Peppy. But I couldn’t very well reward the throat-punching. So he didn’t get to see them. We didn’t get to laugh together. I wanted to cry. Here’s hoping for a better day today, so we can try again.
My parents used to tell me it hurt them worse than it hurt me when they punished me. Usually, I was rubbing a sore backside when they professed this pain and I always thought, “Wanna bet?” But now I get it.
I want to be a fun mom. I want to be a mom who does creative things and makes fabulous memories with her kid. But more than that, I want to be a good mom. I want to teach him right from wrong. I loathe punishments because we all feel the pain. But that’s how it works.
I saw the title of an article a few months back that may be the most true thing I’ve ever read Parenting: All Joy, No Fun.