My son is a crier.
There, I said it.
That took a lot to admit but he is a crier. I have made it acceptable by using keywords to friends such as “sensitive” or “emotional” which he is, but really? Maybe he is just a crier.
He was always my more emotional child. He would cuddle with me and be my food network watching friend, he was generous with his hugs and kisses and so very loving. His twin sister was always too busy to stop and spread the kisses. She would only sit on your lap for more then 10 seconds when she was sick.
L will cry if you scolded him, he would cry if another child took his toy, he would cry if there were bigger kids on the jungle gym and he was intimidated. I felt myself being frustrated with him, seeing his sensitiveness as a weakness, a trait nobody wants to see in their child.
As their first school year is winding down, I can see the changes in him. Does he still cry? Yes, but it is not every day and it is not for “any” reason anymore. He is more confident and strong. He does not clutch to my leg when I try to leave his classroom, he interacts with all the kids, not just his sister.
I have grown too, I realize that he is not weak, he is strong.
He can cry and that is ok, I will never let myself feel frustrated by it. It is who he is. He is not defined by it but it is a tiny part that comprises his personality.
He is empathetic, loving, sweet and caring and he is undoubtedly one of the greatest people I have ever met.
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