I have said more than once on this blog that raising Lily is like raising a small version of myself. Sometimes that makes it easy. Sometimes it makes it very hard.
But one of the ways we are quite alike is that we aren’t big fans of emotion. Well the good, happy ones I enjoy. But the sad ones, the ones that bring about the ugly cry? Not a fan. So I avoid them at all costs.
I am a pretty upbeat person. So is Lily. Definitely half full kind of people. But at the same time sometimes crap happens.
We will fight it. Which usually makes the whole thing uglier when it goes down. Throw in a couple of nights with too little sleep and you have a recipe for a meltdown.
So when I came in her room after some tough discipline tonight it didn’t surprise me that she was in (rare) tears. And as she tried to verbalize her feelings it was one of those strings that once pulled begins to unweave and unweave. And it ended with her telling me, “I just can’t stop crying.”
So I did the only thing I knew to do. Woman to woman, I told her to cry. She might as well learn early, sometimes a girl just needs a good cry.