“What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? C’mon, I hear something else, what is it?”
After a bit of back of forth in which he assures me that he
does not want to talk about it because he “doesn’t want to” he finally lands on
“rage.”
“Rage?” I repeat.
“Minecraft.” He says.
“Oh, you’re gaming. “ I say.
“Mhmm.” He says.
“And you're raging.”
“Mhhm”
“At your friends.”
“Mhhm.”
“And what are they doing? How are they responding back?” I
query.
“Well, they’re just defending themselves.”
“Oh, well, right,” I say to him, in complete understanding. “I mean, anyone would, right?”
“Mhhm” says Tre.
“I feel you.” I say.
And then I remember my own recent incidents of expressed
rage directed AT the child and I say “and you’ve seen me rage, haven’t you?”
Mhhm” says Tre.
“Yep” I offer, “I feel you.”
And I did. And I do.
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