“I like my teacher a little more than you mommy.”
The words that for the past several weeks have been stinging my heart. They were said by my 5-year-old and although I understand why… it still hurts.
Don’t get me wrong, I am happy that my son’s teacher is such a good teacher that he adores her. I know there will be times in his school life that there are going to be teachers he doesn’t like. But as a mother, a mother who has always been his favorite, that statement literally brought tears to my eyes.
Now yes I know that it’s because she is his teacher and not his parent. I am sure she acts differently with her own 2 boys than she acts with mine. And I have tried to explain to him that when I get upset and yell at him it’s usually because I have asked him 3 times (my 3 time rule) to do or to stop doing something. And when I asked him how many times it takes his teacher to ask him…what’s his reply?….ONCE. He then looks at me with that “hmmmm” look on his face and we carry on.
This morning as I was dropping him off he hugged me and said “I like my teacher mom but I love you”. I held back the tears until he was out of the car. He’s growing up and it’s moments like those spoken words this morning, that make me just want to stop time for a little bit. To hang on to those moments just a little bit longer.
For I know someday…there will be someone…if they are lucky enough to catch his heart…who he will love just a little bit more than his mommy.
**sobs in her shirt**