Hello everybody. I haven’t been on here much in the last few weeks.
I made a big parenting goof tonight. I have a son who’s now 10, and he hates thunderstorms. There was one earlier over his mom’s house (we’re divorced and living about 25 miles apart) that knocked out the power today. While telling my kids goodnight over the phone, I checked the forecast and told him there might be some rain tonight, but at least there wouldn’t be another thunderstorm.
…then I kept reading the forecast for tomorrow, and saw there would be one in the afternoon. So, with only good intentions (to prepare my son), I mentioned that there was a chance of a thunderstorm tomorrow afternoon. You know…so he’s prepared for the possibility.
Then, half an hour later, his mom calls me berating me for upsetting him, because now he’s worrying about tomorrow’s storm and not going to sleep.
Before we divorced, it would have been me to be the one to go in and sit with him (and probably lay down beside him) until he falls asleep.
The kid is sensitive…like me. He worries about everything…like me.
So tell me, WHY CAN’T I THINK ABOUT WHAT’S COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH BEFORE IT COMES OUT?
(I’m just taking it hard. It’s not very often that I say things like this. It only happens once or twice a year. But, it’s always the same kid. I love him. I just don’t know what’s going to set him to tears. He tries to act tough, but underneath it all I know that he’s as sensitive as I was at his age…as sensitive as I often still am. My ex accuses me of not understanding him…but trust me, I can understand him better than she can, because he’s so much like I was.)