Do all little boys like grossing their mother’s out?

Well, Sky has been grossing me out since he was 3 years old. But, when he hit 5 years old last February – grossing me out became a daily fare.

Aside from grossing me out, he also shows his love a bit too rough too.

Wiping his ginormous booger on me.

Farting straight on my face.

Asking Telling me to smell his fart.

Cops a feel on my butt and non-existent boobs.

Lovingly wrestles and tackles me every chance he gets.

Starts to lap a glass of water, pretending to be a dog.

Sky’s list of antics is endless! I know it’s his way of showing his lambing or endearment. However, there are times that I do get hurt. Especially when he pretends to be a superhero rocket and “flies” straight at me with a closed fist.

BOOM.

Or he jumps right on my back, when he sees me crouched a bit too low for my own good.

BAM.

There are a lot of times that I get infuriated with his antics. Other than me feeling the pain from his loving swags, I also get scared to death of him getting himself hurt too. Last night, he rammed his own head straight on the dining table – when he started “rocketing” around the dining and kitchen area.

After his moving-up program last Saturday, I realized that there will be more shenanigans and what-nots coming from my little guy. That even if he does give me mini-heart attacks EVERY SINGLE DAY, I should be thankful because he’d rather pretend to be a superhero, jumping from one couch to another – rather than a zombie playing video games or watching TV all day long.

Sky sat through the whole moving-up program with tons of patience and fervor. He gets all happy and excited when he knows that I will get to see him go up on stage for his school programs. What made Saturday more special was seeing his grandparents and his cousin be there for him on HIS SPECIAL DAY.

Instead of fighting his rough antics, I embraced it and gave him the rough love that he also loves. Be his attentive audience when he pretends to be a rockstar or when he has a new fighting form skill that he came up with.

And enjoy his ANTICS while it still lasts.

It was a couple of weeks ago when Sky first exclaimed, “You’re Stupid Mom!” I don’t remember exactly why he said it or what I did for him to trigger that word out of his mouth.

And I was REALLY offended. I don’t remember what I said or did when he said that. Because in a fit of emotional anger you tend to gorget what you did and cringe when you have a clear memory of it. So, because of my amnesia-by-anger; I most probably screamed at the top of my lungs or banged something on a nearby table or door.

Right now, I have to confess that I do let Sky watch cartoons. I let him watch Disney channel and veer him away from watching anything from Cartoon Network or Nickelodeon.

Because I always thought that Disney will be more careful and considerate with their cartoon scripts.

Well, after hearing Professor Doofenshmirtz say “Stupid,” more than once. I had to re-think my plan.

As much as i would like to ban Sky from watching TV, that is almost impossible. A parent can only protect and shield her child for so long. Eventually, he or she will be exposed to similar and even to worse words that can be a sharp knife to the ear – and to the heart.

I, myself vaguely remember the times that I shouted, “I hate you!” to both my parents. And regretfully even said that I wish that they were not my parents. When you’re young. You say a lot of STUPID words. Pun intended.

Last week, Sky called me the “S” word again – and I did not say a single word. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed the bath soap – and placed it in his mouth. I didn’t shove it up there. I just made sure he got a taste of that bathroom soap that will hopefully help WASH AWAY THAT DIRTY WORD.

What was his reaction?

He was so angry, he called me the “S” word one more time. And again, I placed the soap in his mouth.

It was a cycle that only finished when he stopped screaming and was just sobbing.

The whole time, I didn’t say a word. When he calmed down he sobbed through tears, “I’m sorry Mommy.”

“That’s not a very nice word to say Sky,” was all I could say. Admittedly, I was at a lost too.

Right now, when we hear that WORD in a movie or somewhere. We both look at each other and give that knowing nod.

This is just ONE word. And a HUNDRED MORE TO GO in the next 10 years…

And I know I have a lot more learning to do to become a better mom. I am not particularly proud of “soaping Sky’s mouth.” But at that very moment, I didn’t know what else to do. What I do learn when Sky is pissed and angry is not to fuel it with saying anything and BY DOING SOMETHING instead. I know this will happen again, and I have to re-think and re-plan on how to deal with it.

How about you? How do you respond when your child talks back?