We've been having some teething issues here around the Fohner Pad lately.
Well, some of it is teething & some of it has to do with this.
Umm, I thought that junk didn't start until those "terrible two's" hit.
Anyway, I'm sitting here listening to Abram whine on the kitchen floor...
{I know, bad mommy}
But when I try to hold the sucker he either bites me or squirms out of my arms & continues whining or crying.
He's fed & he's changed, though he did wake up early from his nap.
He's had Ibuprofen & teething tablets.
He just had his 15 month well baby appointment where his ears were checked & he was given a clean bill of health.
I have no clue what could be wrong.
But you know what?
Sometimes it feels good to cry.
To just let it all out.
I'm just going to go ahead & say that's what's going on right now.
Or it might have been the fact that I will not let him go near the stool he was attempting to monkey climb up.
All well.
This reminds me of a time last week that was very similar.
Everything appeared to be all right.
But suddenly, I became just as frustrated as he was that I nothing I did was snapping Abram out of his funk...
So I cried with him.
I sat there...
& held him...
& just cried.
And after a while, we both looked at each other, brushed away our sniffles, & then he just looked at me like, "see, Mom...didn't that feel good to just let our emotions hang all out there for a few minutes?"
It reminded me of those verses in Ecclesiastes that talk about there being a time for everything...time to weep, a time to mourn.
And thankfully, those verses also mention there being times to heal, to build, to laugh, to embrace, to mend, to love, & to dance (wait a minute, does God really intend for a time of dancing to apply to me, because He knows how I dance & it's not pretty).
Oh, the lessons we learn from those who have been in the world for much less time than ourselves.
And I'm very much looking forward to everything else this little munchkin will teach me along the way.
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