Showing posts with label cry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cry. Show all posts

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Letting My Son See Me Cry

There are a lot of things that I want to be to my children. How my children see me is important. I want my children to look at me and see a strong woman. I want them to know that I am a fighter. I want them to look at me and be proud. I want them to see a woman who goes after what she wants and is passionate about life. I want my boys to see their mother as determined. I want them to know I will do whatever it takes to make them happy. I do not ever want my children to think I am a sad person. Letting my boys see me cry is something I struggle with.

I strongly believe in expressing feelings and encouraging our children to do the same. There is nothing wrong with crying and I want both my boys to know that. I want them to be able to feel. To allow themselves to express themselves when they are happy or sad. I always tell my four year old, Chase, that it is okay to cry. I don't want my children feeling shamed for their feelings. I want to empower my son's to be comfortable with themselves and to express how they feel, and that includes crying in front of people.

Photo Credited To Wilcloverphotography

As their mother I have a hard time allowing them to see me cry. I know it is okay. I know I should not worry about that. But I do. The other morning something made me disheartened and I sat down and cried. I tried my best to not sound like a sobbing baby yet Chase was aware that I was crying. He asked me what was wrong and why I was sad. I softly told him that it was nothing, that mama was okay. It's not so much the act of crying in front of him, it is explaining to him why I am crying. He's too little to handle certain conversations. He is too small to know the pain that life can hand you. I am not ready for him to have to worry about certain battles he will inevitably face. It is not his place to worry about his mother. This is why I have a hard time letting my son see me cry. It is my job to comfort him, not for him to comfort me.

Crying in front of him does happens. Mommy gets frustrated some days to the point of tears and I don't have enough time to scurry out of the room before my eyes can no longer be a barrier to the inevitable water fall that is about to happen. There are times he has been sad and I can't help but cry along with him. I feel every ounce of his sadness at times and it can be so overwhelming I am unable to control my emotions.



I want my boys to not fear their emotions. I do not want them running from me to hide their pain. What I don't want to hear is the endless toddler cry over nothing at all (you know what I am talking about mama's!) but I do want them to be comfortable with their emotions. I want them to be able to come to me when they need me, a hug or just a good cry. Most of us know a good cry can heal the soul.

I know I need to also allow myself to be free. I need to be me. If I cry, well so be it. I do not need to explain to them what is going on inside mommy. I do need to let them see me as me, and that means in my most dismal moments.

I firmly believe that those moments that make you collapse to the ground, break your heart, or shatter your dreams; those are the moments that build you up. Those moments are teaching, as well as empowering if we allow them to be. Sadness takes on many forms and is different for each person. No one person can be happy every moment of every day. There is enough pressure to be the best mom I can be for my children. There are days filled with mommy guilt, some that are filled feeling like a failure. Crying in font of my children has happened, will happen, and I hope they learn from me.

I hope my children look back and say that their mother was strong, passionate, determined, and that they could always feel my love. I hope they will talk about how I encouraged them to be themselves, to love whomever they wanted, and to feel whatever their hearts feel. I want them to know that despite any sadness, life is truly a beautiful gift. I know that I will always look back at them, thankful for each moment they gave me, because without them I would not be any of these things.





Thursday, July 3, 2014

I Want You To Know: To My Boys

To My Boys:

I want you to know that I wanted you both more than I could ever put into words. I dreamed of you, wished for you, and loved you long before I ever heard the amazing sound of your heartbeats.

I want you to know that it is okay to make mistakes. Sometimes you have to fall down, get back up and "shake it off" in order to move on and understand certain things.

I want you to know it is okay to love whomever you want. Love is a beautiful and amazing thing. Your heart will get broken. Once, maybe twice, maybe more. Yet never deny yourself the chance to feel those butterflies. Someday you will give your heart away and it will be one of the most beautiful things.

I want you to know you can be whatever you want. I don't care if you want to fly an airplane, be a doctor, or work at the dump. Just do what makes you happy! Don't ever stay in a job that makes you unhappy, life is too short. Explore. Take Chances. Do what you love.

I want you to know that it is okay to cry. Yes, cry! Tears are not a sign of weakness, it shows that you are strong enough to allow yourself to feel. Sometimes it feels better after you have a good cry. So go ahead, I will be here to hold you when you do.

I want you to know that family is important. No matter what happens, don't forget that family is blood. Love one another, forgive one another, and lean on one another. You never know when you may need your family. When you have a family of your own one day, put them first. Work will be there later. Life is about making memories, you have to make time for that.

I want you to know that forgiveness is not always easy, but it is always healing. Be the bigger person. Open your heart. Give second chances. Take them yourself. Forgiving isn't just about others, learn to forgive your own mistakes as well.


Strawberry Picking Take #3!!
One More Thing:

I want you to know that there is never such a thing as picking too many strawberries (We went for our third time today)