Meltdowns.

If you have kids, you know this term well.

And today, was full of them.

I was almost a victim of one myself today, in dealing with theirs.

You see this is how motherhood works.

It tests your patience within an inch of your life.

And while you are trying to help them, you pray someone shows up to help save you.

And realizing, nope, you are solo.

Motherhood is about putting out fires everywhere, the whole time not even noticing you are also on fire.

Children are sensitive creatures.

Some more than others.

One of mine is extremely sensitive, and today just was not her day.

None of her classmates knew what her costume was.

She was a hippie, by the way.

Yesterday we made the tie died shirt for her costume, and she was so excited when she left this morning.

This afternoon, she arrived in tears.

As a mother it takes everything in us, not to fix everything.

But we can't.

We can't rush in and glue it all back together.

We need to let these lessons play out in order for our kids to learn, and that isn't always easy.

But one lesson I know oh so well, is that life isn't easy.

To watch your child melt down and know there is no fix for her feelings, her hurt.

She has always had a hard time communicating, which makes our relationship that much more complex, because I will talk to anyone about anything.

That's the other thing about being a mom.

You may give birth to your kids, but that by NO means, makes them LIKE you.

In fact, you may learn your child couldn't be any more different than you.

So you need to teach yourself how to deal with them.

You need to educate yourself about how they cope.

How they express themselves.

That is not always easy.

Hell, some days, downright exhausting.

And on certain days like today, welcoming complete depletion.

Maybe finding yourself walking away for a bit, so you don't join in on the breakdown because it is quickly apparent that your assistance isn't what they want.

Your solutions not what they want to hear.

Your conveyance, their utter annoyance.

Perhaps not what they need.

Either way the learning curve of parenthood is so very real.

Some days feeling like I am crushing it.

Others, being compressed and failing.

Yet, I have a feeling I am not alone, therefore, I go forth believing we are all in this together.

Whether we talk about it or not.

Xoxo,

C.