Cry Baby

Cry Baby

Posted on 06. Jan, 2010 by CharShaff in The balancing act

Do you shed a tear more often now that you are a mom? I don’t mean because you are frazzled beyond belief, but from being more sensitive?

I have always been pretty tender about things…I cry during the National Anthem, choke up reading greeting cards and bawl my eyes out during “Biggest Loser”.  But now that I am a mom and have given birth, I can’t stop tearing up at the most inane things. A few days ago, I was unloading my cart at Target while Jake was in the carrier facing two ladies waiting behind me. They were smiling and talking to him and he started cooing and smiling back at them. One woman said “Hello, Blue Eyes. My, aren’t you an adorable baby.” I started to get misty-eyed. I turned to them and smiled and said “Thank you.” They continued to say he was cute and laughed as he smiled at them. I was choking up as I heard this. Other people thought my baby was a cutie, just like me. And this is causing me to cry now? I also teared up at a football game when I saw a dad hold his son on his lap and help him cheer.  He tussled his hair and gave him a hug as his son squealed with delight. I couldn’t stop thinking about how cool it was to be a parent and loved to see this tender moment.  These moments should give me a warm feeling, not make me reach for my Kleenex, right?

Now, other than the tender moments, I am also finding my sensitivity towards animals and children who have been abused to go into overload. To the point of not being able to let the thoughts go. When I hear news of someone beating a child or an abduction, my heart sinks and I keep thinking of how traumatized that poor child must be. Reports of animals being abused or neglected just rip me up. Defenseless animals hurt or maimed because of some horrible human. I will sit and think about it for hours and not know how to get the thoughts out of my head. I am still trying to wrap my head around how people in medicine and police/firefighters/CPS can handle each day when they see situations like this. A pediatric doctor friend was telling me about a 2-year old she saw who was paralyzed from her parent’s beatings. She told me about it so nonchalantly. I gasped in horror and couldn’t figure out how she wasn’t just as alarmed as I was. I know its these people’s jobs, but how on earth do you not let that situation play over and over in your head?

All I know, is that I am really much more sensitive as a parent. Its not just in my home life, but in my work too.  I feel like I have to do even better than I did before I had the baby because if I mess up now, it must be because I am trying to juggle a baby and my biz. Which, in some ways is true.  The littlest mistakes can make me cry. I wonder if I really can do it all?

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2 Responses to “Cry Baby”

  1. Deb

    06. Jan, 2010

    Holy goodness, yes I am the same way. The stories of kids being hurt or parents being neglectful affect me like it’s my own kid in that situation. I just can’t imagine any parent NOT feeling the way I do about my daughter. How on earth could anyone intentionally hurt their kid? Any the accidents just break my heart. I hate, hate, hate hearing about kids being injured in any way.

    And yes, I cry at sweet moments between dads and kids, too!

    You’re totally normal, my friend. :)

  2. Andy

    10. Jan, 2010

    What is it about dads and kids? I’m get the same way over that stuff. AND, yes, I also know what you mean about abused children… I read a news story the other day that I can’t get out of my head about a 2 year old boy who’s dad had been sticking sewing needles in him for like 6 months. When docs took X-rays, he had like 36 in him and many close to his heart and other sticking his organs, causing him to have stomach pains and vomit. He was able to do this each month after he got the boy drunk. The good thing is that bastard was caught. Stuff like that physically affects me these days, when before I probably could have moved on from it after a day or so. When I told my husband about it (firefighter), he just shook his head and said he was immune to that stuff. Immune?! My son’s dad is immune to that? He did say he felt bad about what happned, but in an attempt to make me feel better, he told me that stuff like that happens every day. Gee, thanks honey. In my opinion, he’s the weirdo and we’re the normal ones :)

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