Earlier this week, I got upset with Brian one morning and took away something I promised he could have and he was so upset and shouted, "YOU LIED!" I shouted some pretty nasty stuff myself. Sean, who was all ready for school, waiting near the entrance, said out loud to himself, "When I grow up to be 11 years old, I'm not going to have an argument like that with my mother." I'm noting this down so I can hold him to his promise :)
Brian left for school with a face like thunder. I was a little upset the entire day cos Brian and I have not argued in a very, very, long time. We went through an angsty period last year but for months, he's been mostly sensible, helpful, understanding and very sweet, apologising quickly for anything he did which upset me.
We've talked lots about looking out for the crazy pre-teen angsty years, to be understanding with each other as he goes through crazy hormonal changes that may turn him into a Taz Devil anytime. I thought, uh-oh, is this the start of the Taz Devil stage? Happily, when I saw him after school, he just smiled at me...I thought maybe he had forgotten about our tiff, as he had in the past, and I'd been left seething by myself the entire day.
But he apologised and said he felt bad in school when he thought about what he did and how he shouldn't have shouted at me. I looked at him cynically till he had to repeat, "I'm really sorry, Mummy." So promises were made that will probably be broken another day but for then, it was all good again.