Feedback on my mothering 🙄
Luke, last night I was laying in your bed with you and I asked you, “Luke, what could I do to be a better mom?” You responded, “Don’t be so mean.” For some reason it made me laugh and I couldn’t stop. I laughed and laughed. 😂. I think it’s because I expected a response close to that. We have a bad pattern of communication going and we go around and around and around, never getting anywhere. Trying to break out of our pattern seems to be as challenging as breaking the earth out of its orbit around the sun. I ask you to do something. You don’t. I ask again. You don’t. I ask again. You don’t. I ask again. You don’t. I yell. You accuse me of being mean and always yelling at you. I tell you that if you’d do what I ask I wouldn’t yell. Sigh. I’m trying, buddy! I love you. Mom