Big Sigh

I know I was difficult at eleven. Rolled eyes, big sighs, and the very clear implication my mom was the dumbest person on earth. It wasn't enough I would perform those actions and blatant disrespect in front of her, I also journaled about it. Some things never change, I guess. Here I am venting about being on the other side; even as I clearly remember those feelings of Tweenness. I really thought I would handle it better being on the other side. As the mom, I am handling well enough, smiling through most of it. Providing empathy as appropriate, or just walking away from the disdain. Or sending the disdain back to his room. On the occasions I confront him about his super disrespect or inappropriate tone/manner, I am greeted by "OK, smart one." Well...now we are getting somewhere I think to myself. I believe he is trying to call me a "smart aleck" but his Aspie brain just won't let him. He doesn't have a definition for aleck. And truly, neither do I. The only Alec I knew was in college and really a very nice young man. Never disrespectful. However, a smart alec is someone very smart or clever, and at times irritating. I am guessing "smart one" has the same definition in my son's book. And my mom's. Big sigh. Sorry mom.