When I was little, I used to cry at the drop of the hat. Sensitive? A cry baby? Whatever it was I am paying for it now.
Tears are not uncommon around here for Bailey. Let's take today for example:
*"Bailey I think your shirt is on backwards," I said trying to help him get it turned around.
"But I did my best," he said bursting into tears.
(and so the shirt stayed on backwards until it was time to take a bath)
*Walking to the dry cleaners to pick up Hub's work shirts, Bailey wants to hold Sophie's hand, but she pushes Bailey's hand away- tears.
*"That hurts, Bailey. Stop pinching my arm."- tears
So, when I heard crying coming from the bathroom earlier this evening, I wondered what in the world had happened. Cautiously, I approached the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Bailey, what's wrong?"
"Look, Mommy, look," he said pointing to the bath mat. Somehow it had gotten flipped over and pushed to one side. "I can't fix it."
"Ok," I said getting down on my hands and knees, "Let's fix it together."
Before I could even start, he threw his arms around my neck and said, "Love you, sweet Mommy!" (And for me, there were almost tears.....)