This morning before school Joey and I hit a rough patch where he yelled that he hated me and I was the worst mom ever. What horrible thing did I do to my child to deserve this? I told him he had to bring a sweatshirt to school today. I know, I know. This was terrible of me and I am lucky I didn't receive a beating as well. This is a phrase we hear often from Joey ( Another favorite of his is "This is the worst day ever!") Seriously, I thought only girls were this melodramatic. After things calmed down I explained to him how hurtful that was for me to hear. I know I should ignore it, but frankly I have had it with this and am trying to at least bring it to a minimum. I gave him a kiss and sent him off to school (with his sweatshirt in his bag).
This is what he wrote me after school. I know! My heart just melted when I saw it.
In case you aren't fluent in first grade writing, let me interpret. "I am sorry for saying I hate you. I love you!!! by Joey"
As an aside, while his spelling leaves alot to be desired, his printing may be better than his fourth grade brother Zach.
6 months ago