It’s been four weeks. Four weeks since a post about my sweet boy turning ten. Four weeks, people. I should have seen it coming. It happened when my daughter turned ten last summer. I really should have seen it coming.
I have another 10-year-old in the house, and the climate has drastically shifted. He yells at me. All the time. For everything. I mean screams. And then he calms down and bounces around the house looking for food or a toy or a friend.
My son may be the Hulk.
Hey Buddy, we’re not having screen time right now.
WHY AM I EVEN ALIVE???
Hey Eli, you guys are going to have a little quiet time reading in your bedrooms after all the fighting that’s been going on.
YOU DON’T GET TO BOSS ME AROUND MY ENTIRE LIFE, YOU KNOW!!!
I’ve learned in the past week that I can handle being screamed at up to three times by a person to whom I have given life. At the fourth time there is a quiet, low voice, your disrespect is done NOW talk. It’s good to know your limits, right?
It’s also good that I realized he is ten, and this is a phase. It happened to Grace, and she has greatly improved in the past year. This will get better, and we will come out on the other side. I will use my calm voice (and continue to grow its perseverance). I will fight for the heart of my boy. I will remind him over and over that I love him all the time, no matter what.
But ten may be the new three around here.