I’ve heard it said that having a child is like watching your heart run around outside your body.
You feel every ache, pain and slight that they do.
And, man, it hurts.
This week Boy Wonder had a falling out with a friend.
The worst kind.
Words designed to caused maximum damage were hurled in his direction.
The lioness in me wanted to spring to his defence. To attack those who had caused such anguish.
But I couldn’t.
Knowing that I cannot keep stepping in to fight his battles, I projected a calm and self-restraint.
While inside, my heart was breaking.
“Do something mum”
“Why aren’t you doing anything?”
“You’re just too lazy ”
“You don’t care about me”
And there we were. Right back to BW aged 2, thrusting a broken biscuit in my direction, begging me to fix it.
Do your children expect you to be able to fix everything? Do you? Or do you try to teach them to navigate the world themselves?