Teaching My Son the Weight of His Words

by ParentCo. July 29, 2017

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"Mama, What the hell is wrong with you?" I was sideswiped by my five-year-old’s words. Stunned. Hurt. Where had he learned that? I had never said that to him. I knew his father had never said that to him. I scoured my brain. My parents? No. His teachers? No. I turned away from him. I was juggling making dinner with his needs, and right now, nobody was winning out. I couldn’t get far enough into making dinner without interruptions, and every need of his was so significant, it “couldn’t wait.” Now, here we were. I was alternately sad and enraged, but more than that, I froze in that place of hurt. “Talk to your father,” I said. “I can’t help you now.” While I believe in regulating my own emotions before engaging in sticky situations with my child, at that moment I was so contracted I didn’t know where to begin. In that place, shoving him off on the other parent seemed wise. My husband joined us in the kitchen. Everything about me screamed contraction. My stomach, throat, voice – all felt tight and mean. I started to cry. “I can’t believe you said that to me,” I said. My son stared, transfixed. It certainly wasn’t the first time he had seen me cry, but it was a rare moment when it was because of his words and actions. He began to cry as well. My husband sat with both of us. Part of me wanted to torch him with flames, but the other part just felt deeply sad. My son wept, and I held him close. Even in those moments, I can usually find that place in me that wants to hold my sweet boy close. I didn’t want to push him away. I wanted connection. “Mama’s hurt,” my husband said. And then a small space opened within that tight band of hurt. “Where did you hear that,” I said. “Who said, ‘what the hell is wrong with you’?” My son answered right away, “A--- said it.” “When did he say it?” “He pushed me down the stairs, and when I started to cry, he said, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’” I felt myself breathe again. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath, but I had. “How did that make you feel?” “Bad.” I nodded with him. Suddenly it all made sense. He had felt powerless. He was testing the words out to see if they had impact. They had. “When you said it to me, I felt really bad, too. Awful. Kind of how you felt when A--- said it to you.” He nodded. “Words are powerful,” I continued. “Even when a kid says them. They hurt.” I held him close. “Your words are powerful. Just remember that. They can hurt an adult. They hurt me.” We breathed in together. In and out. Within my body, I felt more opening. I felt connection, which is what my son had really wanted – and I had wanted, too. If A--- had said this to him, then who had said it to A---? Maybe another kid. Maybe his parents. He probably felt the way my son had felt. The way I had felt. I didn’t have the power to stop that, but I did have the power to stop it in our family and teach my son how even a five-year-old has the power to wound and to heal. This article was originally published on PagetNorton.com.



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