Every now and then I will have what I guess falls under the umbrella excuse of having a mommy moment. Or maybe it has nothing to do with being a mom. Maybe it has more to do with the fact that some days I simply feel tired, worn out and a little bit lost about who I am. Sometimes I have the same big emotions that my kids do, but I do my best to control them and try to teach my kids to do the same.
And sometimes I don’t. Like that time when I accidentally made a different sandwich than the one my son had asked for, and then I cried about it. It wasn’t rational; I mean it was a sandwich, right? I would have expected my son to be the one to cry. But do you know what he did when I told him my mistake? He put his hands over the tears on my cheeks and said, “It’s okay mom that you made the wrong sandwich. I still love you, and I’ll still eat it.” Then he smiled, and my heart melted into a big, messy puddle of tears and wonder. Some days don’t make any sense at all, and some days make sense in ways that you never would have expected.