At this point I was seeing red. Here I was in the dressing room where everyone could clearly hear every word going on. I wanted to quietly escape and leave him in the room for any other woman. I firmly told Lucca we were leaving and when we got home he was going to spend some time in his room. I also told him I was bummed because this now meant we couldn't go get a cupcake because he made poor choices. Lucca wasn't having this, and he pulled out all the stops.
"MOM, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. CAN YOU HEAR ME, WHY AREN'T YOU TALKING TO ME, I SAID YOU ARE SOOOOO BEAUUUUUTIFULLLLLL." screams my pleading son.
I couldn't believe how smart he was. Instead of the tantrum continuing with a spew of obscenities, he went straight for my heart. Which could have worked, had it not been delivered in a scream so gutteral you could barely understand. I will commend his feeble attempt though.
We walk out of Anthropologie, hand in hand, not talking. I felt so humiliated, angry, sad, defeated and completely helpless. I really did need to return one shirt though, so off we go to H&M for a quick stop. Lucca clearly knew he pushed his mom past her threshold and silently walked with me. There were two people in line and soon people behind us. As we waiting, Lucca finally spoke.
"Mama, you should apologize" he calmly said. What the hell just came out of his mouth. Has he completely lost his mind?!?! "Lucca why should I apologize" I curiously ask. "You should say sorry for raising your voice" he reasons. I thought for a moment, completely aware that everyone around us was listening and none of them knew the junk show that just left Anthropologie. Although I knew he was right, and I did raise my voice, all I could muster up was... "Lucca, that's not gonna happen." end of conversation.
On the way home Lucca fell asleep. He was tired, we both were. By the time we got home, things were diffused and I felt less like giving him to the local church. I love him soooo much, but this day I was pushed to my utmost boundaries. What I love most about this story, is how much it is Lucca. Not that I think he's a brat with a potty mouth. He's wicked smart, stubborn, creative, free spirited, full of life, a professional button pusher, so insanely loving and obviously great with words. These qualities I'm eternally grateful for, through the good, the bad and the ugly.