Uncooperative Days

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Some days you need to get out.

Lately it seems that there have been more and more days like that.

Long trying days.

Mornings where there are tantrums when his Dad leaves for work and screams everytime something doesn’t go his way.

Days where nap time can’t come soon enough.

And I find myself saying things like, “the word of the day is uncooperative”.

Yet each day there is still a moment when I see the light.

His smile, a fit of giggles, the endless babbles of the words “ball” and “bye-bye” rolling into one.

So much is changing for him. Mobility, vocabulary, and there is so much to explore.

I’m sure these days are hard for him too.

I am reminded of this as I try to get ready for the gym. And he screams from the pack n play, demanding to be free.

And I surrender. I pick him up and snuggle him onto my lap, his head nestled in the softness of my robe.

With his head against my chest we watch Grover and Elmo, even though the pediatrician said, “No, TV till 2”.

There is calmness and cuddling in this fleeting moment. Before he returns to toy trucks and climbing on couches.

For this is all short lived. These moments of struggle and survivial or cuddles and Elmo will some day be distant memories.

The screams washed away and all that will remain will be that moment on the couch.
The happy memories will out weigh the sad, the frustrating, the “uncooperative” days.

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