A Sensitive Soul

He can be rough. He can be crude to the extent a four-year-old can be, e.g., nonstop talking about pooping and farting and throwing up. He can, occasionally, be rude. “I don’t care what you think, Mommy.”

But at the end of the day, Alex is a sensitive little bugger.

When singing “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” this year, he consistently pointed out that the reindeer were not nice to Rudolph. That it is not okay to make fun of someone just because they are different. That if he were Rudolph, he would be very upset with the other reindeer. And, most importantly, just because Rudolph ended up being “cool” at the end, the other reindeer were still not nice. “They should have been nice always.”

And even though sometimes he gets in trouble at school for pushing, or teaching his friends a naughty word, or most likely not listening, for the most part he is very gentle. His teachers often tell me how polite he is, and how instead of fighting back with the other kids he will come to a teacher, often in tears, and explain what happened. He certainly needs to work on his ability to stick up for himself and work out issues on his own, but I am very happy that he chooses to “tattle-tale” rather than fight back. I am thrilled that he is a “softie” and is more likely to cry than take a toy back from someone smaller than him.

The other day, a sleep-deprived, hungry, Alex was being, well, a sleep-deprived, hungry, Alex. Whining, fussing, moaning, near tears, making a big deal out of every.single.little.thing. He was driving me crazy.

Often, his terrible crankiness can be broken by making him laugh. Make a kid laugh and every problem instantly disappears, I’ve learned. In my attempt to make him laugh, I used a typical strategy: calling him silly names, like “crankasaurus” and “crankapotamus.” Instead of laughing, though, he burst into tears.

“Mommy, that’s not a very nice thing to say. It makes me sad when you say that. ::sob:: Please don’t say that ever again.”

(I won’t lie: I had to walk away because it was quite hilarious.)

My sensitive little guy.


2 thoughts on “A Sensitive Soul

  1. OH MY GOODNESS. MAGGIE TOO! I called her ‘little girl’ last week (in an admittedly snotty kind of way, like ‘LISTEN UP, LITTLE GIRL…’) and she melted into a puddle of tears, insisting she wasn’t a little girl, she was a big girl, and why do people always call her little? (In my defense, she was ACTING like BABY all morning with the WHINING OMG!) She’s definitely a sensitive one… sigh. It’s tricky to deal with for sure!

  2. Aw! He’s a cutie! And boy, is he growing up. I’m glad to hear he is one of the nice kids! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Sleepy hungry kids . . . never a good situation. You never know what will set them off in a dramatic way. Things that are normal in any other situation, or that would make them laugh any other day, suddenly are heart-breaking and terrible. It’s so sad sometimes, but just plain hilarious at other times. I admit, this one sounds more sad to me than it apparently was in person. ๐Ÿ™‚

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