Mumble 1.2.107/24/2023 I shadowed him as he did this, staying out of Barley's sight. He was free to tell him that he was still angry, but that it wasn't hate. "Well, if it is not permanent, it's not really hate, is it?"Īfter giving him a minute to let that soak in, I then asked him to go up to let his brother know that he did not hate him. Teddy looked up, and said, "No! I don't hate him at bedtime! Just during the day when he makes me mad!" We could work on clearing out the toy room today, so that you don't have to share a room with someone you 'hate'" Well, in that case, we should really separate your rooms. Do you really think you 'hate' your brother in a permanent way?" ![]() You two love each other, and there are times you really get along well. But I think this morning's anger will pass. You can be angry, and that is perfectly understandable. Hate is permanent, and that's a really strong word. I need to ask you an important question, Teddy." I went downstairs to have a conversation with my older child. Once Barley decided the snuggle had lasted long enough, he left to go soothe his nerves with video games. This had of course escalated until things got physical, and a wrestling match on the couch had ensued. "No, I can just tell."Īfter probing a bit more, I confirmed my suspicion that the two had gotten into a familiar cycle of one child bugging the other, perhaps even accidentally at first, but then with greater and greater glee. ![]() ![]() When I asked him what was wrong, he told me, "Teddy hates me." I hugged him, and after a moment, asked him if his brother had told him that. His shoulders were stiff and held tightly inward. I was awoken this morning by my youngest child climbing into bed with me.
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