I know my son is difficult. I know he says things that are inappropriate. I know he has impulse control issues. I know he lacks self control. I live with it every day. Don't assume that he has no boundaries or that I have no rules. Don't assume that I am too busy to parent him. Don't assume that he has no consequences for his actions. Those assumptions will be dead wrong.
If my son hurts your child, knock on my door. Help me teach him a lesson. Don't look at me with hate in your eyes or worse, look at my son with hate in your eyes. Knock on my door, have a conversation with me, have coffee with me. You have no idea how much I would appreciate it.
I know he is difficult but you see, when I look at him, I see the little baby I gave birth to. The little baby I held, fed, burped and rocked to sleep. The little baby I stayed awake with all night because I was afraid he would stop breathing....I see my heart.
So, just know that I am sorry that he is such a handful but, get to know him for the wonderful little boy that he is. I'm doing the best I can for him and it sometimes just doesn't seem like enough. I am doing the best I can. It's all I have.