Say Uncle, Bitch!

Robert and I have been going back and forth on an important subject for some time. It's a subject that I'm not ready to share with the world, but one that I think parents deal with often. We've been arguing, rather discussing, a health issue about one of our children. I am opinionated, passionate, almost berserk when it comes to my boys. I have a simple warning: Don't mess with my boys, even the big one, because I will take you out and/or make you feel so small, so worthless about yourself that you will never forget the look on my face for the rest of your entire life. You will remember me because I will belittle you until your insides are on your outsides and you are completely exposed. I use my vocabulary, and my over-confidence, as a protective mechanism.

I feel this way about my children particularly, but my acute insane-ness goes well for Robert, my sister, her kid, my parents. But, my boys, my Isaiah & Josiah, are reasons for my sometimes-rage.

Robert and I are very different in many ways. I'm crazy, he's not. Although, like his farts, his temper is silent, but deadly. That dude is crazy. He parents are boys differently. It is often hard for me to sit back and let him parent. I am not over-protective, my boys are loved and I'm often not right in my head. He believes that the boys need time to grow, I believe in trusting my mother-instinct. He believes they will grow at their own pace, and while I believe that too, I know when things aren't right.

I finally got his attention last week. Thankfully, he is completely on board with my said subject, and I am happy for it. We are a fantastic team. Robert & I are inside each other's heads. We are one when we agree. But we are both Capricorns, so when we don't agree we butt heads until one of cries imaginary, "UNCLE!!!"

My question is though...why does it take men so long to see our way??? Why can't they learn to trust our mother-instinct the way we do so that we're not fighting ourselves, doctors, and our husbands? Why can't he see things when I see them so that when we both start at one and I end up at seven, I don't have to wait for Robert to catch up from four?

I'm sure he wonders why I'm still at four often. Like when I ask him how to use my over-drive button on my truck. I just know that I must turn the light off at 40mph. Who knows what it's for. I certainly don't. What is an over-drive anyway?!

All I know is, I win. I win on this particular subject and I am grateful that my husband cried out the imaginary, "UNCLE!" This just means he is on my side now. He can see my way now. He knows that I need his full attention, and his wallet, and now I have his permission to fight like a crazy person for our kid. Not his permission in an authoritative way, but a permission that simply states that he will fight until the world ends to complete what I've started. Now, we can act like one. Now, we're a team. And, I can't even begin to express how thankful I am.