meltdown

Maybe it’s because they happen so infrequently that Little Dude’s tantrums throw me for a loop each time. To him I appear calm and collected but inside I’m crying with him.

The screaming is finally over. He’s sitting on my lap clutching me, sobbing uncontrollably. I ignore the dampness accummulating on my shirt, hold him tight and tell him “Everything’s okay. You’re just tired/hungry/frustrated, baby. Mommy’s here.”

These episodes are quick and explainable. A missed snack, late naptime or one too many no’s usually sets it off. I’m thankful that Little Dude is such an easy going toddler and I can still count the number of meltdowns he’s had in one hand. Still, I think I can live without another heart-wrenching tantrum.

my ramblings begin

“It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.”
— Wisdom of Confucius

This Confucius saying is a sample entry for tumblr.com. I think it’s a great quote and has prompted me to reflect on my life … slow it is NOT. It was once, yes. The Good Man took this photo of me enjoying the serenity of the lake in Tobermory. We had just started dating then. Now, almost 5 years later, we are married and have 2 active little boys. Life seems to be whirring by at full-speed with me trying not to trip as I muddle through motherhood. At times, I long for my quiet and less hectic single days but know that I would miss the chaos of my life the minute I step out of what is now my reality: a wife and mother of two.