I’m writing on behalf of myself today… my son, who is delightful in so many ways, likes to hit. He hits me after I scold him for ordinary things like knocking over expensive flower vases or nearing his fingers to electrical outlets.
Perhaps it’s in my scolding.
The first time he does something he shouldn’t, I say no-no, that’s grandma’s pretties, or that’s owie… really, really owie.
By the 70-hundredth time he does something, I pick him up, squeeze his hand for emphasis and louder, say no-no! Grandma’s! Owie! I’m writing you out of my will! Etc.
And yes, I distract him. I hand him books or toys, move him to another location, play with him for a while, but despite days and weeks and uttering “no-no” more often than I do my own name, seriously, what up? He knows what I’m saying, he just defies me. And when I pick him up to emphasize my point, the little sonofa (wait a minute…?) slaps me in the skull. Then he laughs.
Is this normal? Am I a bad mother? Is my son destined for a life of chained legs and striped clothing?