To the parent whose kid asked, "Why?" to the point where you finally said, "Because! Enough! Shut up, already!": I just want to have a conversation with my kid.
To the parent whose child wanted to talk in the morning, who responded, "Not now, I'm busy,": I just want to have a conversation with my kid.
To the parent who had to deal with the tantrum, and complained to anyone who would listen: I just want to have a conversation with my kid.
If my kid asked me, "Why?" and she just kept asking, I'd answer until I ran out of reasons, then I'd go to Google for more. If I ran out then, I would just give the honest answer, "I don't know." If she asked "Why?" again, I'd just continue on with it. Get silly. Make her giggle. If only I could have that conversation with my child.
If my child wanted to have a conversation with me at any time, I'd make time, not just because she's important to me, but because that would be the most important thing in the world at that moment...because I can't have a conversation with my child.
Your kid has tantrums? Mine does, too, but sometimes she has meltdowns. Sensory overload. But that's not the point. Even during your child's tantrum, you were talking with that child, reasoning with him or her, and I can't, because I can't have a conversation with my child.
She can communicate her needs, and we can make plans in our own simple way. We sing songs, play silly games, and go places together (usually the store), but I cannot have a two-way, meaningful conversation with my kid. I can't find out what's on her mind, what she wants to be when she grows up, what she thinks about art, what her thoughts are on abstract subjects.
It's heartbreaking when I think about how I could speak with all three nieces and my nephew at much earlier ages, and I still can't have a conversation with my ten-year-old.
I'm not asking for advice, for sympathy, or anything else. I am just expressing my frustration and painting a picture for parents out there who don't understand what it's like.