You Have to Blog the Hard Moments Too.

Ever since we got back from London, Michael has told me this twice:

Michael: Horse Song. Boston.
**Mommy sings Trot Trot to Boston song from Wee Sing Silly Song**

Michael: Uncle John Aunt Kelli live in Boston
Mommy: Yes, they do.
Michael: Michael live in Boston with Uncle John Aunt Kelli
Mommy: Where are Mommy and Daddy going to live?
Michael: Paris
Mommy: So you are going to leave Mommy and Daddy in Paris and live with Uncle John and Aunt Kelli in Boston?
Michael: Eh.

Well, one part of me is happy because he loves his relatives and that's great. And it's great that he has all this confidence to leave his parents and go live somewhere else. At age 2.5 years old.

But of course, the real part of me thinks, "Jeez...it begins THIS early about wanting to have other "cooler" parents than you?" and "What did I do wrong? I play with him, I feed him, I spend time with him...what else can I do?" "Did I discipline him too much?"

So I am sad. At 2.5 years old, my firstborn son is content to leave us. And he's had this conversation with me twice now...so I know he means it. Being a parent means getting your feelings hurt...I know this. But I am surprised it happened so early. And what do you do?

Right now, I just bury my head in my hands and cry. In private. And on my blog, apparently.