Wait till Your Father Gets Home

2 Aug

I’m not mad at *him*. I really never am. He’s just a child and wants so dearly for me to approve with smiles. When he refuses to walk away after I tell him “no”, it doesn’t make me mad at him.

I’m mad that I’m the only one who is here. The only consistent disciplinarian in Young G’s life. The only rule maker. Also the only comforter.

He’s very strong-willed, and he hates for us to not be “cool”, so when he insists on his way, usually a look of disappointment on my face will turn him around. Other times he laughs maniacally and deliberately disobeys me. When I pick him up to remove him from the situation, he slaps me. So I just put him down, walk away, and let my heart break.

I’m the tender one; the HD is the disciplinarian. I can not wait to have his support in parenting again! Young G doesnt disregard HD (or other men for that matter) like he does me. HD will have to do little more than use stern-voice to be effective. G hasn’t touched a particular drawer since my brother told him not to.

It doesn’t make me mad that I’m not taken seriously. I’m mad I don’t have anyone else to fall back on right now. I’m mad HD is deployed.


2 Responses to “Wait till Your Father Gets Home”

  1. Bethany 2 August, 2011 at 11:52 am #

    When I was a kid and my dad would come back from being out to sea my mom would be relieved he was back but only for a few minutes. If one of us started acting up and dad scolded us, whether or not it was necessary, my mom would get resentful because we were “her” kids. I hate to admit that I wasn’t a perfect angel for my mom and we did take advantage of her at times, she wouldn’t force us to do anything. But when dad would come back in the house after 3-6 months (or longer) of being away, we were scared NOT to listen to him. He was a stranger for a long time. It’s bizarre. To this day when our dad tells us to do something it’s like we respond a little faster. I hate that. It isn’t that my mom is weak, she just seems to be more at ease with all things compared to dad. Wow, I’m rambling. Either way, hang in there. It was the hardest for my mom with our brother, too. Someday G will grow up and be reflecting on his childhood and you’ll get a call out of nowhere because the guilt has caught up to him. Enough of this now, I’m going to go call my mom.

  2. Eren 2 August, 2011 at 2:19 pm #

    Any friend of Erica C’s is a friend of mine. Esp. another mil wife. I hate it too…and sometimes I feel like when he does finally get home after a long trip, he doesn’t even know the routine or where the spoons are to even help out effectively. Also not his fault, but it just stinks. Its tough, sometimes we just need some backup in our parenting. Off to read a bit more…nice to know you. :-)

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