I found myself lying in bed last night, wide awake at 2:00 am, pondering my need to have the following, completely cliched conversation:
"I really need some space. You're wonderful, the best guy a girl could ask for. Seriously! I love you very much. But I'm feeling smothered."
"You need to spend some time with your buddies, not just me. We all need space."
"When we go out together, I wish you would mingle more instead of clinging to my hand. It didn't used to be like this. You used to be the life of the party!"
"It's not you, it's me."
"I love physical affection as much as the next girl, but stopping what I'm doing to cuddle or hug 27,000 times a day is a bit much."
"What? No, there's no one else. REALLY! I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."
"Maybe we should just take a little break from each other. You know, find our individual identities again. I'll be back, I promise. I could never leave you."
"Truly, the problem is mine."
Yeah, I really need to have this conversation.
With my son.
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This is why I'm dreading the end of preschool. She has only 5 days left (including today--she's there now.)
THAT is priceless!
And don't forget 'how can I miss you if you won't go away?' just for a weekend or something. Grandparents? where are you???
Oooo, that's a good one Merrily!
Sadly, the grandparents are either too old for babysitting or working full time and 5 hours away. But they are going to take him for a few days this summer.
Thank GAWD.
It's when I find myself breathing his exhaled carbon dioxide that I have to back away. And I know; be careful what you wish for.
LOL. There's hope! My now-13-year-old used to be so clingy that, even when he was 2, I used to have to cook using one of those slings with him on my hip... but yesterday I went to help at a hot lunch for his class at school and when I waved at him enthusiastically (knowing better than to approach him), I got a "hey."
What's making me so crazy Funnyrunner is that he has NEVER been a clingy child.
Until about 6 weeks ago.
Now he's in the throes of a really insecure phase and it's making me NUTS.
Also, I don't know how to help him. Sigh.
I love this--so true. I might need to have that talk too but I was thrilled when I went in my son's room this morning and he asked for Daddy!
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