Why My Son Doesn’t Get Hurt In Front Of Me
2 years, 7 months.
This morning I accidentally bumped your head as I was getting you out of my car.
Not just a slight graze, but it was the kind of hit that would cause the world “BAM!” or “THUD!” to appear in the air, like on the 1960′s Batman TV series.
About 3 seconds later, you nonchalantly scratched your head, as if you might have felt a piece of fuzz in your hair or something.
But it was like you were confused, more than anything.
Under normal circumstances, youwould have been crying pretty hard and it would have been a big dramatic ordeal.
But I guess when I use the phrase “under normal circumstances,” I’m referring to Mommy being present.
Like magic, you basically feel no pain or discomfort when it’s just you and me.
I don’t believe that’s because you’re trying to impress me by showing me how tough you are. After all, I need no convincing of that. I am very aware of how thick your Croatian skull is.
Instead, I believe it’s because you instinctively aren’t seeking my physical comfort. Quite the opposite, you test me physically. You love to wrestle me; even if during the process you pretend to hate it.
Of course the obvious flip side to this is how different you act “under normal circumstances.” With Mommy in the room, you can barely stub your toe on the carpet, then yell, “Owie!” On cue, Mommy is authentically concerned.
With me, you don’t even bother.
But more importantly, like I said, your brain evidently doesn’t even process pain or discomfort when it’s just you and me. You’re so much lower maintenance during “Daddy only” time. Ya know that?
It’s interesting how quickly you can turn on and off the “Mommy switch.”
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