I swear, nothing hurts quite like your own 3-year-old looking you dead in the eye and saying, "No, you can’t play with me." Like... excuse me? I gave you life, I wipe your butt, I make your snacks, I read your bedtime stories, and this is how you repay me? I get banished from your imaginary dinosaur cave because I "don’t do it right"? I am literally your mommy! I was your favorite person for the first two years of your life and now suddenly I’m chopped liver because you want to play alone or with a toy that "only talks to trucks."
It’s wild how I can feel so needed and rejected at the same time. One second it’s, “Mommy help me,” the next it’s “Go away!” Like hello? Pick a lane, tiny tyrant. I just want to play pretend with you and be included in your little world for more than 10 seconds before you shut the door in my face—figuratively and literally.I know it's just a phase. I know it’s normal.
#ParentLife #HeHatesme
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