I find that a lot of the time, my only child, the Boy Wonder, tries to parent me instead of the other way around. He's fiercely independent and strong-willed (did I mention strong-willed?), so he thinks he knows better than we do anyway. But I guess if you spend all your time around grown-ups, you start to take a grown-up perspective on things.
So of course I struggle with that. For example, today, we had kind of a stand-off over the Wearing of the Coat. He doesn't think he needs it. I do. He thinks he knows best. I don't. I'm guessing that's not out of the ordinary for his age group, with or without siblings - the need to assert independence and push boundaries. But then there's the other side of that - when he thinks he knows what's best for ME.
Tonight, the Boy Wonder noted the time and pointed out it was past my bedtime (job hazard - his bedtime is, in fact, after mine). Sigh. Didn't realize I still had a curfew.
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