Being the bad guy

We are all different, right? I mean, each of us does things in his or her own way, whatever works.

As a parent, not only do you have to figure out what works for you, but you have to figure out what impacts your child. And it's hard. I mean, what happens if you screw up? Go down to your county's detention center if you're not sure. No pressure!

I really struggle with this. Of course, discipline is never black and white.

For 3 years, I chose how to discipline Wyatt. I decided on my own what to do, and I figured out on my own what worked and what didn't. Great! Wonderful! If I screwed up, guess whose fault it was?

Then, I got married, and Wyatt got a dad. A very gentle, never yelling, dad. That's ok, I made up for it. Then I learned that I didn't want to be the mom who always yells. So I stopped yelling.

Now....wow. Now I have a mess on my hands. So I'm having to backpedal. Wait, what do you mean that's not an option in parenting? But I need another chance to not screw him up!

Tonight is a prime example. Wyatt was given tons of notice for bedtime. Bedtime comes, and he stomps, slams doors and DEMANDS to play. I waited to see what happened....And nothing was done. So, like always, I had to do it. I went in Wyatt's room to talk to him, and got attitude. MAJOR attitude. I am so sick of always being the one to yell, the one to take privileges, the one to discipline. I want to be the fun mom. I want to enjoy him. I want him to enjoy me. I want him to know that we can be friends, too. And yes, I happen to believe parents can be friends with their kids. This is not here for debate!

So now I'm the bad guy. He went to bed refusing to say he loved me (and that's something I will never force) and Randy is the greatest guy ever. It sucks!

I get that Wyatt is having changes thrown at him from every direction. And I'm sure his little 6 year old head is spinning. And I'm sure that accounts for part of this lashing out. But that doesn't make it ok! That doesn't excuse the destruction he seems to want to cause lately.

I know I have to get used to being a single parent, and part of that will mean being the sole disciplinarian. Been there done that. I feel like I never even stopped.

I keep telling myself that if I don't put my foot down now, it's just going to get harder. I get that I need to be his parent before I can be his friend, but I don't see anything wrong with being both.

I just want to not ALWAYS be the bad guy. Unfortunately, that just isn't an option.