I had to shut the door, while they stood there crying and screaming for me, I said "Go get a hug from Daddy. I can't. I need a minute."
It has been so loud and so whiny all morning and I'm tired. They are fighting and fussing and then one of them is screaming and I need a buffer. The door is my buffer.
And now I feel trapped while my heart hurts.
It's quieter, but not in my head.
These boys of mine are so good. They are good to their core, not just in the way they act. I am beyond surprised at their temperaments, the way they sit perfectly still for haircuts and almost always respond positively to my directions. They are good sleepers, they don't fuss much over food, and they stop to ask permission if they aren't sure if what they're about to do is allowed.
They are conscientious and sensitive little souls, always asking each other or friends or family are you okay? when hurt.
Really. I am blown away by their goodness. I don't take credit for it, I simply appreciate it, admire it, and reflect on it often.
This is not a typical morning and it will pass. Maybe they didn't sleep well, or they're hungry or thirsty. Or maybe they need more of me, sitting right with them and really being there. Even in small doses, this always helps. I think I'll go cover those bases so we can start our day again.
I am their buffer, a woman who often needs her own, and we're going to be okay.
We can always start our day again.
I hope your weekend is full of fun and sun and fireworks and parades and buffers and swimming and more fun. Don't forget the S'mores.