My son climbed into bed with me this morning, obviously peeved about something. “Open your eyes, Mom!” “What? What’s wrong?”
“Just go potty and come lay down again, so we can talk.” Have I mentioned he’s a bossy boy? Did I say I wasn’t a bad mommy? Well I am.
I asked my son again, “What’s wrong?”
“All the toys are made in China! ChinaChinaChina! I’m so sick of it! Everything says ‘China’ on it!”
Umm …. Since when does a 6 y/o care where toys are made? And why is he so upset about this? I went on trying to explain to him how the Chinese people needs jobs too, how they can make toys for less than American manufacturers can because they’re willing to work for less money, that sort of stuff. I still don’t understand why he was so livid, screaming about this. He launched his next verbal assault. “And I hate it when you use bad words.”
“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that bothered you, but I’m not sure what word I used that upset you so much.” “You said ‘crappy’” “Oh, well, some people think of that as a bad word, some don’t. I’m one of the ones that don’t, but since it bothers you so much, I won’t say it anymore, or any other bad words, okay?” He started crying then. Something else was really bothering him, hurting him, making him furious. “And stupid!”
“Stupid’s a bad word? No one’s ever called you stupid, Baby Boy, and I would NEVER do that, and neither would Daddy.” He was sobbing now, trying to take in great gulps of air. And out the words came, in a rush of anger and pain. “You called my game stupid, yesterday, when I kept losing and I was getting mad, you said, ‘It’s not worth getting so upset over a stupid game, just take a break for a while and calm down!’ and it’s not a stupid game to me Mom, it’s important to me, and I hate losing, I HATE losing, why do I keep losing?”
Ahhhh. Yes, the mommy guilt came over me like a flood. I’d hurt my boy and didn’t even know. I apologized, oh yes I did. And I did my best to explain to him that video games were pretty much designed by grown-ups and sometimes they made the games harder than they had to be. And even though it said “E” for everyone, that often meant about 10 and up, because little kids usually weren’t able to use the controllers that well. I suggested that he wait until he was a little older before he tried playing that game again. “You mean like Alien?” “Yes Baby, some things are just for older kids, like video games and scary movies about aliens. It’s not a bad thing, and you’ll grow up, faster than you think. Even mommy was little once too, and I grew up, just like you will.” He sighed. I wiped his tears and kissed his head. I tried to explain that no one likes to lose, it hurts bad, but if we’re smart, we can use it as a lesson, to learn how to do better next time. For 6, he’s pretty intense and passionate about things. I suspect that won’t change, he is his parents child after all. I just have to figure out how to temper that, how to teach him patience and control over his emotions.
In the meantime, I’M the one getting schooled. Out of the mouths of babes? Oh yeah, big time. There’s nothing in the world like being convicted by your child.