I assumed it would happen eventually. I've even told myself it was a mark of being a good parent, but that didn't make the sting any less piercing. Sunday night when Jack asked if he could watch a DVD in the car I told him he couldn't. He had just made a series of less than optimal choices when preparing to leave church, and I explained that he had to work harder to make good choices so that good things could happen...like movies. His reply: "You're mean!"
Ouch! That hurt. I know he doesn't think I'm a mean person. I'm hoping it just felt my restrictions were mean, but it still hurt. I didn't tell him how much it hurt me, but I did spend the next several minutes reminding him of all the things that I had done for him to show him that I love him.
I wasn't prepared for it to start so soon. I hope it is just a fluke. Surely boys can't be so dramatic, right?