I am thankful for a good cry.
A really good cry is usually followed by a loss of energy and a really hard sleep. In some cases, that cry may come while you are driving down the road and sleeping afterwards is not an option.
Yesterday was one of those days that they don't tell you about when you bring your sweet, adorable baby home from the hospital. Sure, you may be warned by your friends with children about the Terrible Two's, but those days seem so far away that you almost forget the warnings.
When each of our boys were well into age 2, we realized that the terrible two's hadn't arrived. They never did. Awesome! we thought. We've been spared!
Then came 3. Three was a little more difficult with each of them. They both began to grow their own personality. String willed. Hard headed. Stubborn. But independent and sure of themselves. 3 was nothing we couldn't handle.
Oh... but then came 4. We never saw 4 coming. We never. Saw. It. Coming.
Even more hard headed. More stubborn. More strong willed. Oh, yes... It is possible.
Yesterday I needed to run a single errand. A quick trip to the grocery store. The boys and I climbed out of the car and before I could grab a cart, Cole started throwing a fit. I asked him to pick up his jacket that he dropped on the ground and you would have thought I asked him to walk all the way home, barefoot.
The scene escalated from there and after letting him scream and cry in the parking lot for nearly 10 minutes - I even made a video of over 3 mins to show him later - I loaded them back up and headed home. I made a call to my husband that I was on my way and would be dropping off a bundle of joy with him.
Nearly 15 minutes later I left our darling boy sitting on the front lawn, watching his daddy on the tractor, waiting for his chance to explain why he was there.
I turned the car around and headed Back to the store. The almost 15 minute drive was mostly spent crying, a frustrated, exhausted bawl. Being a mom is the most wonderful gift, the best thing that has ever happened to me.
It's also the hardest. Holding your composure and waiting for them to throw a fit and get over it, or driving 30 extra minutes just to get some much needed grocery shopping done, deep breathing to the point where you think you're so light headed you just might pass out.
I'm thankful for the good cry, for being able to let my emotions go and come back relieved and ready to get back to it. Those cries may be few and far between, but sometimes they are the best medicine.
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