I let him have it tonight ...

It was a hard day with my eldest.  We got a lot of exercise for the 2nd day in a row (this I run/ he bikes thing is getting good!) and I think he was more tired than I realized.  We played a game before dinner, which then ended up being later than I expected, and then he fussed and fretted and grimaced about the food he was served.  Nothing was right, whining and attempted bargaining ensued, and I eventually sent him to his room to think about his attitude. 

When I went in to talk to him, I ended up in lecture mode.  This happens occasionally, and sometimes I just let ‘er rip.  He got a big rant on gratitude, attitude, thankfulness, and doing things we don’t like just because they need to be done.  I threw in enough drama for the two of us, and he just listened.  How would you like it if I stopped doing all the things you take for granted?!  Yes, the words “some people would fight over the food you left on the table” were also uttered. 

Then I told him some of what I gave up to be his mom, and that they were things I dearly loved.  I broke down when I told him I’d do it again in a heartbeat, because I loved him more than anything, but that didn’t make me not still miss those things once in awhile.  He apologized, we hugged and made up, and went and finished dinner.

I may never know if he just chalked that up to mom going overboard again, or if some of it actually lodged in a corner of his heart.  I’m not sorry, honestly.  It was what I needed to do.  I hope tomorrow is a bit less dramatic, however.  That would be a relief for both of us.