“Really, Mom? Walk Like a Big Girl and Come Here.”

Today’s episode of Boy Mom Chronicles is brought to you by: a holiday with no preschool.

That means I didn’t get a break. No silence. No solo coffee time. No moment of stillness without hearing:

“Ma.”
“Mom.”
“Can you come here?”

Every. five. minutes.

So at one point—after getting up for the fifth time—I told my son, “I’m not getting up again. You come to me.”

He looked at me, dead serious, and said:

“Really, Mom? I said come to me.
Really, Mom. Walk like a big girl and come here.”

😳 Sir??

I was so shocked I laughed out loud. If I had water in my mouth, it would’ve hit the walls. My toddler is out here giving motivational speeches like he pays rent.

Toddlers say the darnedest things.
And when I try to remind him that he is the child and I am the parent, I feel like a broken record on loop.

But still—moments like this make me chuckle and shake my head.
Because who does he think he is?!
And more importantly… why does it already feel like I’m parenting a 10-year-old?

Lord help us when the preteen years come.

Memorial Day weekend felt less like a holiday and more like a preview of summer break—and let me tell you, I saw the future and it looks like a lot of snacks, sass, and sudden bossy declarations from someone under 4 feet tall.

To all the parents out there just trying to make it:
You’re not alone.
We are officially entering #SurvivalMode.

With Whispered Strength,

DC