Thursday, 11 March 2010
A minor altercation with his brother over a bath toy. Screams, a tug of war. A flooded bathroom. A time out. Harsh words.
A flash, just a moment of pure rage crossed his eyes. His fists balled, fingers white. A deep breath in. A long, slow one catches on the way out.
And he implodes. Into heartbreak. Utter, wretched heartbreak. He cries the most sorrowful, agonized years, and my heart splinters for this child of mine. He makes no mention of any other event, but that it hurts his heart to have me upset with him.
He tried to give Samuel one of his most prized possessions, to prove to me that he was a nice boy. Samuel, being two and oblivious took no note. Alexander's heart broke further, and he became inconsolable.
While he may swear he is not upset about Tuesday (despite admitting to nightmares), something is catching up on my poor boy. :-(