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I Love You, No Matter What

Meghan Ralston, Cincinnati, Ohio


Learning how to handle my child rejecting me

by Mary Widdicks
Special to The Washington Post

When my middle child was born, I loved him instantly. This tiny creature had my heart from his first breath.

When he was barely a year old, I got pregnant with my daughter, and around that time, my baby decided he preferred his father over me. It was subtle at first: pulling away, reaching out while I was holding him, crying until his daddy held him when I couldn’t.

Throughout my pregnancy and the birth of my daughter, my son grew more distant from me. When he was sick, he wailed for Daddy. If I held him, he fought me. If I told him I loved him, he said he hated me. My heart broke a thousand times over that year.

There were days I’d finally give in, hand him to his father and wait for them to leave the room so I could collapse into a puddle of my own tears. I was convinced that, on some level, I had let him down. Perhaps if I was more fun, or less strict, or hadn’t gotten pregnant again he wouldn’t have given up on me. I read every scrap of advice I could find.


The one thing I latched onto was that under no circumstances was I supposed to take his preferences and tantrums personally.

I’m not saying I achieved this without fail. There were many times I cried, many fights I had with my son’s father and many times I had to set down my crying toddler and walk away so I didn’t lose it in front of him.

My baby had been the first to teach me about love at first sight, the humility of unrequited love and now the power of perception.

I dug deep for those feelings of compassion and love I’d experienced during our first days together. I remembered that this wonderful and spirited creature was not a toy or pet to possess. He was his own person, even as a toddler, and it didn’t matter what he said or did to me. I was his mother. What he needed from me—and the only thing I had left to offer him at that point—was unconditional love.

One day, when he was about 3, something changed. Bedtime started out as usual: He asked for his dad to put him to bed, I told him it was my night and he protested. But there was an additional spark in his eyes that I’d never noticed before. And when I went to leave he sat up in bed with his arms outstretched. To me. For the first time in almost two years.

“Wait!” he shouted.

“What?”

“You didn’t say good night.” A smile pulled at his lips.

“I’m sorry. Goodnight, my love.”

Then his face burst into a grin. It was the most dazzling thing I’d seen since the moment he was born, and I felt a fresh wave of emotion. He fought the smile down to a smirk and said, “I hate you, Mommy.”

I swallowed hard and replied, “I love you, too.”

That was the turning point. Maybe it was the perspective I needed to see his behavior for what it was: A child testing the boundaries of a relationship he didn’t fully understand. I heard his words as a cry for safety and an affirmation that no matter what, I would always love him. My baby had been the first to teach me about love at first sight, the humility of unrequited love and now the power of perception.

Children making friends and enjoying the SGI-USA Elementary School Division Conference, Weston, Fla., July 21. In his book Happy Parents, Happy Kids, SGI President Ikeda says that “all children are treasures, full of precious potential.” Photo by DAVE G.

When he reached for Daddy instead of me, he wasn’t learning that one parent was better than the other. He was learning that he had two parents who would always be there for him. When he cried and kicked in my arms, he wasn’t learning to hurt me. He was learning that I would hold onto him no matter what. When he told me he hated me, he wasn’t learning to be cruel. He was learning that words are only as powerful as their intentions.

I’m grateful that he learned all those lessons, and that he taught them to me along the way. Now I know to look past the tantrums and words, to the heart of the child behind them.

My middle son is now almost 6. He’s gifted, funny and extremely sensitive. He still occasionally tells me he hates me during fits of anger, but he also tells me he loves me every night when I tuck him into bed. He sneaks into my room sometimes after everyone else is asleep just for a hug.

The best advice I can offer anyone going through a similar phase with their child is that it will pass. Just be there in whatever capacity your child will allow. Cry and scream in private. Remember that you’re not alone. So many mothers have fought and suffered along with you. And someday that child will tell you they love you, and it will sound as magical as their first words. You waited so long to hear them speak for the first time, to hear their first laugh, to see their first smile.

Keep waiting.

It’s worth it.

Widdicks is a former cognitive psychologist, freelance writer and novelist. This article was edited for length.

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