James was less than thrilled with our run this morning.
He did great, as usual, the first 15 or so minutes. Then it happened. The next hour-plus, my happy James-bug who loves to go for "stwower wides" turned into the monster-crankster. Dun, Dun, Dun....
I tried talking to him, showing him interesting things, spanking him, hugging him, praying for him, praising Nate for being such a good boy, ignoring him.... giving him more blankets, giving him less blankets, sitting him up, laying him down, hat on, hat off, cup, no cup, toy, no toy, Nate's toy..... Until finally I embraced my "humility-building" pill. I cranked up the sermon on my ipod and gave everyone who passed us a big shrug and helloooo! I'm sure they all thought I was the worst mother ever....
It's moments like these (that feel like hours and hours), that I'm reminded not to assume things about other parents or their children. Always think the best about their situation because I'll probably be in their same spot someday....
Here's the happier James I know!