Mike and I have been having a problem trying to figure out how to get our parenting styles on the same page, so to speak, for our oldest, Jake.
We were angry with each other for some four days - unusual for us. In one day, Mike was ornery enough that I started crying (well, I was sick, too, so maybe I was susceptible), and then he was ornery enough that he made Jake cry.
What it comes down to, for me, is that Jake is Mike's step-son, and he has never been as emotionally close to Jake as he has to his other sons. So I tend to overcompensate.
Jake is sixteen, now. He's a good kid; never been in trouble, honor roll, plays sports, has friends - he seems like a pretty well-adjusted kid to me. He _is_ a little spoiled, and I let him get away with a lot.
This is hard, hard, hard! I hate being on the outs with Mike. I hate seeing my son hurting.
Mike and I are at least able to talk about it, now, without snipping at each other.
We were angry with each other for some four days - unusual for us. In one day, Mike was ornery enough that I started crying (well, I was sick, too, so maybe I was susceptible), and then he was ornery enough that he made Jake cry.
What it comes down to, for me, is that Jake is Mike's step-son, and he has never been as emotionally close to Jake as he has to his other sons. So I tend to overcompensate.
Jake is sixteen, now. He's a good kid; never been in trouble, honor roll, plays sports, has friends - he seems like a pretty well-adjusted kid to me. He _is_ a little spoiled, and I let him get away with a lot.
This is hard, hard, hard! I hate being on the outs with Mike. I hate seeing my son hurting.
Mike and I are at least able to talk about it, now, without snipping at each other.