Why a Baby or Babies Cry – Me…
The other day, I took my daughter to go ice skating with some friends. One of the other moms also brought her baby son who is almost one year old. He’s the cutest thing and has the chubbiest cheeks ever.
So, I bent down to say hello to him, gave him a smile, and this is what his once happy face began to do:
Yep, he was about to explode. The corners of his mouth slowly began to curve downward and his eyes grew watery as they started to bulge. For the rest of our outing, that child would burst into tears every time I looked at him. The worst thing is, this seems to be a normal occurrence for me lately.
Somehow, after being a mother for almost twelve years, I get this kind of ‘experienced’ feeling. You know, that thing when you see a new parent struggling with a crying child and you think that you can instantly soothe them the minute they enter your arms? Well, it doesn’t usually work out that way for me. In fact, I’ll hold a perfectly content, giggling baby and they immediately begin to frantically look for their mom/dad as tears roll down their red, strained faces.
I might’ve done okay with my own daughter but, aside from that, I seem to be every newborn’s worst nightmare. I hate admitting it but I will spare future generations the experience of my ‘mothering’. Moral of the story: parenting one child does not mean you are particularly good at it