It isn’t easy being a Mom and honestly some days I feel like I have no clue what the heck I am even doing. I normally do a pretty good job of keeping it together but today I just I felt so defeated, like I am completely failing at this Mom thing — that the tears just flowed. .
We all know we feel different after a good ol’ cry. Yes, we are releasing pent up energy but we are also releasing stress hormones. It’s so important to let that stuff out and so important for our kids as well.
My kids have been known to go up to anyone crying (whether that’s a family member, friend or stranger) and pat them on the back and reassure them by saying ‘it’s ok to let your feelings out’ 😍
If that was all that I was to successfully teach them this lifetime, then I’ve done a great job and hopefully reduced the amount of mental health issues and addictions they may suffer from in this lifetime 🙌🙏 So in summary.....Let them cry! (And then you have one too!) RP thanks to @gentleparenting_memes
Sit alone at the corner of my world
The cold air wrapping my almost dead body
My vision are cloudy
Something in my eyes
Nothing to be seen
Darkness are everywhere .
I'm trembling badly
I could feel the chiilled air through every single of my veins
Can't reach the warmth of the outside world
Will I forget?
Will I not?
As I stuck in this endlessly darkness
Will anyone hear my voice
If I scream my lungs out? .
Ah there is light
If I look closely
"All this time whenever you were crying, I've only been a silent listener - never interveining as I know I don't have the right.
But today when you started crying, I don't know.. I know you say you don't care what others say or do. I know you say you don't expect anything from anyone.
But the truth is, you know. You know that you do expect. You know that you do care. Atleast from those few people. And that's okay. It's what makes us human.
What I want you to know is that, don't think that nobody gives a sh*t about you. I don't know about others but I do. As irrelevant as that sounds, I do. I know it doesn't make much difference but I do.
I hate it when you cry. I hate it more because I don't know what to do. You just said that you are insensitive and stubborn. I am too. And I don't know how to tell you that it matters to me.. Not just because we know each other. How to make you believe this I don't know. I don't know. The only thing I can do and have been trying to do is to show what I mean as much as I can, as real as I can. Because words come to me on paper only. Not in my mouth.
How much do you wish to meet someone again for the first time? To see them for how and who they were the moment you first laid eyes on them? There’s something special about that moment, a feeling that builds inside of you, a picture that’s captured in your mind. It’s a beautiful sensation which drives you to have all of these pure positive expectations and good thoughts about them. But you see, that’s the same reason why you feel so angry with yourself when they let you down, because a part of you remembers how you had such big hopes when you first met them and having them crush that precious memory kills you inside. -sstarfalll // First times can be amazing yet biased.