Attn. Mothers of Boys: Help?
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averygoodun42How, how do you cope with gun/battle mania? How?
Babe is a good kid, but whenever he senses my energy is low, he follows me around. He entertains himself, since I don't have the energy to entertain him, but with wars.
Pewpewpewpewpewpewpewpewpewpew! go the guns, blasters, phasers, whatnot. Bhush! go the bombs and missiles. Bang go the nuclear bombs. And always, always, there's the narrative about how the rebels are shooting, bombarding, killing the bad guys (or vice versa). How they're winning. And always, always, always, he wants me to listen. To approve.
But I don't.
I hate war games. I didn't mind them as a kid, though I never found them all that interesting, but as an adult and a mother, I hate them.
I tolerate them, to a large degree, out of necessity. He's a boy, boys are wired differently. They go through these phases. But... he follows me around with them! And I just don't have the energy to play with him or fight to get him outside.
So, mothers of boys, how did you survive this? How did they survive? Because asking nicely doesn't stop the onslaught; it just defers it.
Babe is a good kid, but whenever he senses my energy is low, he follows me around. He entertains himself, since I don't have the energy to entertain him, but with wars.
Pewpewpewpewpewpewpewpewpewpew! go the guns, blasters, phasers, whatnot. Bhush! go the bombs and missiles. Bang go the nuclear bombs. And always, always, there's the narrative about how the rebels are shooting, bombarding, killing the bad guys (or vice versa). How they're winning. And always, always, always, he wants me to listen. To approve.
But I don't.
I hate war games. I didn't mind them as a kid, though I never found them all that interesting, but as an adult and a mother, I hate them.
I tolerate them, to a large degree, out of necessity. He's a boy, boys are wired differently. They go through these phases. But... he follows me around with them! And I just don't have the energy to play with him or fight to get him outside.
So, mothers of boys, how did you survive this? How did they survive? Because asking nicely doesn't stop the onslaught; it just defers it.
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Date: 2010-08-27 02:25 pm (UTC)Tell him he's welcome to slaughter as many imaginary aliens as he likes - just further away from you.
It won't work, but at least you'll have told him.
Or is your garden fenced in so you can stick him outside to play unsupervised?
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Date: 2010-08-29 06:22 pm (UTC)Oh, I do. And when I'm well, he will actually move to a different floor. When I'm ill, he... feels bound, I guess, to look after me, make sure I don't go anywhere. Must suck for him having a sick mom.
Garden is fenced, but not securely so. Also, getting him out of the house, or even just away from me, is a battle in itself that I am not up for when ill.
*shrugs* It's not often nowadays that I reach my sanity limit where he's concerned, but I suppose it's part of the nature of the beast. Or something. ;-)