It’s hard to imagine the feeling of heartbreak for the mother whose baby boy turns around, and tells her that he hates her.
If you have a son, however, it’s going to happen.
Your ‘baby boy’ – the same baby boy you gave birth to; the one you brought into the world and protected from danger and fed from your own breast (or bottle).
So when he tries to break away – and trust me, he will – it’s almost impossible to not take personally.
It may help however, to know you’re not alone. Despite everything your gut is telling you, this isn’t personal.
Listen: Luca Lavigne shares his own experience with Holly Wainwright and Andrew Daddo about the toughest time in a mother’s life – when her little boy tries to distance himself from her – on This Glorious Mess. Post continues after audio.
The relationship I had with my own Mum growing up was one of unconditional love. She was my person.
You know how when a family adopts a dog, it always ends up picking one family member to follow around? That.
I shared everything with her, because she wasn’t just my Mum… she was my advisor. My life coach. My friend.
She still is.
We gossiped at age six, when I confided in her about my first crush – a girl in my kindergarten class; we laughed at age eight, when I decided I liked her older sister better.
We cooked at age nine: mum standing over the stove as I – perched atop the bench in a dry pool of self-raising flour – read aloud her Auntie’s fudge recipe.
And we fought at age ten, when I realised we were different: me an organised, precise, forward-thinking virgo; and her a delightfully impulsive, flappy, live-in-the-moment irrationalist.
‘Fight’ is a liberal term. Rather, we argued.
Not regularly. And certainly not maliciously.
But we disagreed on a number of matters, and I felt that for the first time in my life I possessed the vocabulary to voice my opinion. So I pushed back.