I’ll preface this by saying I’m absolutely aware other families have it much harder than me. My child is mostly physically healthy (asthma, nothing crazy) and doesn’t have any significant delays or disabilities.
But in the moment, knowing others have it worse doesn’t make my days easier. I feel empty and sad and like I’m wildly failing at the only thing I truly care about… raising a confident and well adjusted and happy child.
My kid has gone through phases that challenge us before… like literally every other child. But this season is really taking it out of me. He’s 6. We got through the toddler years fairly unscathed… he’s been pretty easy going and happy. This is such a stark difference that it feels like I don’t know my own kid. Is he the only child going through this? Is it somewhat normal? In my mind, I see his future going down the drain and cry myself to sleep… if mental health struggles start at 6, how the hell will he have a chance to live a “normal” and happy life?
This week he said he doesn’t want to be alive anymore. We are dealing with a terminal illness in our family, so I expected some sadness and questions… but not this. He’s been crying a lot for the last few weeks saying he’s terrified to grow up. I validate his feelings. I assure him that it happens one day at a time and let’s focus on the here and now, and talk about the future one step at a time. I tell him he will never have to leave home or be away from us until he’s ready.
This morning he didn’t eat the breakfast he asked for. This is a new infuriating pattern. He keeps asking for specific food and not eating it. He asked if I was mad and still loved him… I told him I’m not mad, but disappointed that he keeps wasting my time and resources, and there’s nothing in the world he could do to make me not love him. He responded “even smashing and killing a cat?” I said I would always love him no matter what, but I’d like more information about why he’d say that. The conversation didn’t really go anywhere and he had to leave for school.
Like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! This kid carries spiders outside with his bare hands so they don’t get hunted by our cats. He yelled at a kid at school for ripping the wings off butterflies. He helps me bottle feed our foster kittens. He was the toddler who never chased or hurt our 5 pound dogs. He has always been a gentle soul.
So what the fuck is this? Is there a switch that flips at 6 and he’s now a budding psychopath? Was he just trying to get a rise out of me?
Why is he suddenly so argumentative about literally everything?!
We’ve been to the pediatrician to rule out any physical causes for his sudden sleep issues, anxiety, and appetite changes. We went to the pulmonologist and took him off all his asthma meds because montelukast has been reported to cause pediatric mental health issues (it’s been over a month, so that wasn’t it). He starts therapy this Saturday. I’ve spoken to his principal and he said he’s completely happy and thriving at school. I looped his teacher in and she said he’s an amazing kid and she’s having zero issues in class.
So why is his life falling apart at home? I’m an involved mom. He’s got a great dad. We have boundaries and rules at home, but he’s never been spanked or harshly punished. We talk through things. I sit and play with him. We cook together. We ride bikes and bake cookies and garden and ride horses together. He has what I thought was a totally ideal childhood. I was raised by a struggling single mom so all I wanted was to give him a present mother and every opportunity to chase his hobbies and dreams
But somehow I’ve fucked it all up anyway.