@Thebluedog
I want to thank you. Tonight ds and I had a real situation going on and somewhere in the back of my mind your post came back to me!
I hadn't replied because I was trying to think what to say.
Then tonight I had a real life situation which, it turned out, called for Love Bombing!
We have a family games night sometimes and tonight the kids could not decide what game to play. Ds got really upset because dd chose the game and by the time it was bedtime he was totally in a blue funk.
I was getting more and more angry and then I suddenly realized that my job was not to get ds to comply with what I wanted him to do, or get with the programme, etc. The whole idea of family games night was to create family harmony. And here was I, being utterly disharmonious with ds.
I usually climb on the bed and hug him, and we say a prayer at bedtime (a handover from the time he had a nightmare about six months ago).
I had climbed onto the bed and hugged him but my protestations and trying to get the facts out of him were not working and he was just getting more upset. He said I was making his life unhappy and I kept arguing with him about how hard I tried to make life good for him. but I was not convincing him!
He said you are my legal parent and you don't understand me!
So I had to say something like "I'm not doing very well but I want to do better."
I know the things he likes, and can list them, and he knows that. But I don't always know what will upset him. I admitted this and said I needed to try harder.
I think that was the turning point.
So I just said I didn't understand what was wrong, but I really wanted to understand. I hugged him and said nice things and then I said, shall we go and lie on the big bed (my bed) and we did.
I hugged him some more and told him he was so smart and clever and gradually my terribly upset sad little 8 year old boy tuned into his usual (sometimes) smiling self.
He went downstairs and got his best class member of the term certificate and showed it to me. And he asked me to read it, I said can you read it to me, and he did. He just beamed with pride. He said, imagine my teacher reading that out at school. I said I know, I was there. He had not realised I was there for it, or maybe he had forgotten. It was a very special moment.
After a while I said it was time for bed and he went back to his own bed, all smiles. I am so glad I stopped trying to convince him what a great mum I am and started listening to him.