“Mommy, I not love you.”
Dear Mini-ion #2,
Those have been your favorite words of late. Or so it seems. You even woke me up the other morning, seemingly just to tell me that.
I wonder if you don’t know what love means, to so quickly give and then take it away.
I think the love from a parent to child means that you don’t react as if those words hurt, even when it does. That even when those words are said, while seeking comfort and warmth, comfort and warmth is still provided.
Even though I tried to explain to you that may not like me, which is ok, but that you’ll always love me. You insisted no.
We must be going through another rite of passage; first the haircut, now the love removal. All before age 3, lucky us!
My little angel, know that no matter how many times you tell me that you “not love” me, those words will never stop my love for you. Every time you tell me that, I’ll put on my big girl pants, look into your eyes and try to find the deeper reason for those words. Sometimes it will be because you are unhappy with a limit I’m setting. Sometimes it will be because you are missing a connection with me. And sometimes, because you are just grumpy.
That’s ok. We’re all grumpy sometimes.
At some point you’ll know the power behind those words and take responsibility for their use. Until then, I’ll try to demonstrate what love is, to you, your brother and your father. So you’ll truly know to tell someone that you love them, it is indeed meaningful.