It is Spring break for the kids, but not for me. Except today. Today, Husband couldn't work from home, so I made arrangements not to work. I'm not making any money, but I never mind that as much as I probably should.
We've had some serious moments lately. I really am starting to fear that I won't be able to fix what is in the process of going wrong, and that Grant will grow up to be a psycho killer and Abbie will grow up to be useless and unpleasant and shifty.
Grant is that guy. That desperate, panicked, grasping stalker guy. And if this is what he's like when he desires friendship, I am TOO HORRIFIED to even try imagining him in romantic situations.
I'm trying to go into this with at least Less Than Overflowing emotions. I've had several talks. He does know that isn't the right way to behave.
He had a particularly rough day on St. Patrick's Day. You know, Mommies are the bringers of holidays. We take something that is, essentially, just a day, and turn it into more. And then someone else in the family ruins it. That is kind of status quo after everyone is out of the Cute And Innocent stage. Either Abbie won't eat the food I spent all day making, or Husband is being cranky, or..
This time, Grant was just in I Am Cranky And Must Have A Fit mode. Whimpercrying and running away were themes of the day, in terms of my firstborn. For the first time in his life, he was sent to bed without dessert. Not that we have dessert every night, but he's never been sent to bed knowing that there was dessert that everyone else was about to get. In a way, it worked. The next day, he was fine. Plus, after we sent him to bed, the room brightened considerably. (Especially Abbie, who is the original brown noser and wanted to prove her non-fit-ishness and was positively perky.) However, the goal is for him to be able to control himself enough that his removal is not required. Obviously, this did not occur.
I don't see Grant as a gifted student anymore. I see him as a kid with a control problem. He wants too much control of the external, and doesn't try enough for internal control. This is especially painful to admit, because I really want to be focusing on what is positive. It's just that we haven't had much of it that wasn't corrupted with the negative, lately. His playing with Abbie is increasingly inappropriate, too. Too much grabbing. He's starting to make her defend herself, which she does by load complaining, at best. It's bad for both of them.
Should I be calling a children's mental health specialist?
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