My oldest son has begun to form the habit of going to momma and telling on me when he believes, in his logic, that I am being unfair. Last night he ran to her to tell on me for tickling him in bed when he was trying to fall asleep. She laughed a little and asked, “Jonnie? Are you really telling on Daddy?” To which he replied, “Yes.” I took him aside and said the following: “Jonnie, I want to tell you something that is really important and it will help you in the future. Momma loves you a lot. I mean.. a WHOLE lot. She’ll always love you no matter what happens. Part of the reason why she loves you so much is that she knows you are a gift to her (and me) from God. God gave you to her. She didn’t get to pick you out. You are a gift from God. But me, on the other hand… Momma had her choice of any guy she wanted to marry. And guess what? She CHOSE me. With you, she had no choice. With me? She chose me to be her partner in raising you and then to be together long after you are gone and raising a family of your own. So, when you think you’re going to tell on me and that Momma is going to do something about it, remember that… Momma chose me.”
He gave me a mean 8 year old look and went to bed.