Sometimes they just make you cry...
Sydney had a doctor's appointment today with a brand-new pediatrician (our former one shut his practice) and she actually was saying, "I'm so excited" just last night about it. She told me: "I'm not afraid of the doctor. I'm brave."
As we waited to see the doctor, she talked to Moms of the other kids around us; she twirled around and showed her dress and "pearls" (plastic bead necklace) to everyone; she got nosy and asked the other kids what their names were. And she held onto her little pretend Doctor's Kit very tightly.
She was cool with being weighed and measured. She didn't really care for her having her blood pressure checked (and her eyes teared up just a bit as the armband got tighter on her). Then as we waited for the doctor, she began to hold on tighter to me. "Maybe this isn't what it's cracked up to me," her eyes seemed to say. The doctor was very nice and very sweet with Sydney, though, and by the time she had been rewarded with a Barbie sticker from "Doctor Lisa," she seemed to be okay.
But then...we had to get some blood drawn. I hated to push her into something so unexpected and it just broke my heart as the tears began to pour from her eyes.
All the way home in the car she cried loudly, "I'm not brave. I'm not brave."
(Since then, a vanilla ice cream cone from McDonald's and a small nap appears to have diffused most of her distress.)
Being a Mother is Wonderful with a capital W. But in small moments like that it's not always easy. Is it?