After yet another particularly bad day at school for Riley:
Riley: "Mama, you're the best."
Mama: "I'm not so sure, Riley."
Riley: "Why?"
Mama: "Because, I have to think, if I were really 'the best' Mama, you wouldn't be having so many problems at school."
Riley's eyes well up with tears and his bottom lip comes out.
Riley: "Don't say that! That makes me sad!"
Mama: "Why does it make you sad?"
Riley: "Because you are the best and you make me sad when you say that."
Mama realizes what Riley means is that he feels bad that his behavior causes so much worry and stress, and that, in his own way, he is saying I shouldn't blame myself.
Mama hugs Riley big.
Mama: "You're right, Riley. I shouldn't have said that. I am sorry. I don't want you to be sad. You are a good, sweet and loving boy. I just get frustrated that you have such a hard time controlling that little bit of you that causes trouble."
Riley hugs Mama big.
Riley, "Mama, you're the best."
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