Just Difficult.

by Risa Green


When my son was younger, three or four maybe, I used to think that he was just a difficult person. He was moody, he was clingy, he was super sensitive to my tone of voice and he didn’t like to go anywhere or do anything, unless it was to the toy store to buy him Power Rangers or plastic swords. But bedtime was, by far, the worst of it. After an hour of reading stories and cuddling and saying goodnight, a string of endless questions would invariably begin. Can I come in your room tonight? No. But what if I really need you? No. But what if I get sick? Then yes. But what if I’m not really sick, but I’m just feeling sick? Just go to bed, please. After twenty or thirty minutes of me gritting my teeth and trying not to lose my patience, we would, nonetheless, almost always end up in an epic battle, with me screaming at him to Just Go To Bed and him crying and yelling at me to stop yelling at him. Usually, these battles would end with my husband coming into his room and threatening to throw away all of his toys if he didn’t stop the nonsense, and then with me cuddling with him until he calmed down, usually somewhere around ten o’clock. Afterwards, my husband and I would lie in bed, feeling exhausted and guilty and horrible for letting it escalate to such a point yet again. He’s just difficult, we would tell each other. It’s not a phase. It’s just who he is.


But then, about two months ago, I had what I guess you could call one of those aha! How could I be so stupid? parenting moments. I don’t know if it’s that he’s older now and therefore more able to communicate what he’s feeling, or if I just managed to put two and two together, but as we were standing in his new camp and he was whispering to me that he felt nervous and that he didn’t want me to leave, all of a sudden I realized that he’s not a difficult person at all. He’s just anxious. The moodiness, the clinginess, the sensitivity, the not wanting to go anywhere or do anything, and especially the obsessive, relentless questions at bedtime each night – it’s anxiety. All of it is anxiety.


I’ll admit that I’m embarrassed. Not about the fact that my son is an anxious child, but about the fact that I didn’t figure it out sooner. I like to think of myself as a fairly smart, insightful person, and now, looking back, it’s all so incredibly obvious. But in my daily struggles to deal with what I considered to be his unreasonable behavior – what do you mean you don’t want to go to the zoo? What do you mean, you don’t want me to drop you off at your friend’s house that you’ve been to a zillion times? – I guess I missed the forest for the trees. I was so caught up in fighting with him, and I was so sure that he was manipulating me, that I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face.



One of my five-year-old son's best friends is a very anxious boy. When he was younger he wouldn't even go on play structures without his mom. She has recently starting taking him to child psychologist, and they use a note book to track down various situations he encounters and how they went to they can reference it together later. Also, have you considered occupational therapy? We do it for different reasons, but it can help kids, especially energetic young boys, become literally more comfortable in their own skin. Their gyms are amazing--my son looks forward to it each week.


Aww. Poor guy and poor Mom and Dad. This parenting stuff sure is hard but as long as we all know how much we love each other within our families, and always will, we'll all be ok. With my little anxious guy, now a big seven years old, I find that bedtime is when he most wants to whisper his anxieties to me. But, if I let it go on too long, he freaks himself out and then can't relax for sleep. So, I let him relay one or two to me, then give calm soothing understanding for just a few minutes, (offering practical solutions doesn't really work at this point in time because he's too tired to think, he just wants to feel loved and safe). Then it's prayers and closing eyes and concentrating on keeping his body still and relaxed - no more chatting. In the morning, all is better. Moving bedtime to half an hour earlier really helps, too - it's worse when mine is overtired. If it is an anxiety issue that comes up repeatedly at night, we try to talk about a solution during the day when he is not tired. Knowing I care about his fears and anxieties is what I think he appreciates. Your little sensitive one is lucky to have such a good mom and dad who will help him. I'm thinking our sensitive ones will grow to be very kind, and have more than average empathy for others. Good luck!


Risa, Elby is a super anxious girl too and I totally get it. My husband has some social anxiety and I have some too but not to the extent of my kid. She worries about whether or not she's officially "invited" when we go places. She worries basically about anything that's unknown and she especially worries that people won't like her. It breaks my heart sometimes and I know I haven't been patient all the time either. My pediatrician said we could take her to a psychologist if it interferes with her life when she starts Kindergarten and I'm open to that. I'm glad you found some peace around it. You're definitely not alone and neither is your son.