Some days with Alex can feel like a roller coaster ride. The ups? Way up, sky high! The downs? You crash and burn. And then sometimes fizzle for a while longer.
It’s hard not to take the rides with him. When he’s happy and charming it’s impossible not to smile. But when he isn’t? Well…
“Some days I don’t wike you, Mommy. I don’t want to be with you.”
Ouch, kiddo. Ouch.
The things that will come out of his mouth can be rough to hear. There is no filter; he just says exactly what he’s thinking, when he’s thinking it, with no ability to regard the effects it has. He is three, after all, so it’s not like I expect otherwise.
And even though I know that these mean things he’s saying are simply in response to being told “no” about something (a treat, hitting people, watching another show, wearing pajamas to school), it still catches my breath momentarily. And even though I know that he doesn’t mean it, doesn’t even fully comprehend the meaning of it, it’s still saddening.
But then, just as quickly, he can make everything better.
“You’re so beautiful, Mommy. I love you.”
So simple. So heart warming.
And especially so sweet with a kiss that tasted just like an M&M.