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Edited on Mon Oct-13-03 10:30 PM by Mari333
and Im blowing my own horn here. My youngest son is 20, and this summer I made him move out on his own. We live in a small town, and he was hanging out with a bad crowd. I decided enough was enough, and told him to move out on his own. anyway, hes been on his own for a few months now, and tonight he told me how all his problems are "my fault". Okie dokie. I remembered being 20 and saying the same thing to myself. Anyway, he is seeing a counselor, or he has seen one, so, when he started ranting away at what a horrible mother I was for not "disciplining him enough to be a man", I very logically told him to see his counselour. I didnt get mad, I just stayed logical. I could tell he was trying to push my anger buttons. It didnt work. everytime he railed and ranted about my "parenting" I just smiled and said "okay, tell your counselor." He even said he hated me for his dad dying and me not being able to be a dad and a mom to him when he grew up. "Okay tell that to your counselor" I told him. I wouldnt let him get my goat, no matter how hard he tried. I realize, he has never had kids. He has never been a widower, or raised 3 kids alone , as I did as a widow, he has never been thru any life experiences more then some kid who is 20. So, I just told him, when he said to me "Sometimes I hate you mom"
"Go ahead and hate me,. thats healthy. I hated my mom and dad too when I was young. Its okay to hate the way you were raised, its okay to be a better parent then I was..learn from it. I was 35 when your dad died, and I raised you as best as I could under the circumstances.." He couldnt say anything. I gave him PERMISSION to hate me. and I really think its healthy for him to go thru this period of hating me, hating the death of his dad, and hating the way I raised him. I went thru it as a kid of 20, and I eventually, after having kids, realized its a normal process. Yes, tonight I told my son its okay to hate me, to be mad at me, and I also told him I dont hate myself, I love myself and I did the best I could as a 35 yr old widow. and I know now I am a good mom, cause I could do that. end of rant. Had to let it out. PS...sometimes I think you need to let them hate you and allow it til they grow up and have kids of their own, and thats real love.
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