heartless

there certainly is a part of my heart that has become more tender since having mosey in my life. there is also, however, a part of my heart that has become very hard...

this morning, as we were about to leave the house, i foolishly asked mosey, "do you want to wear your white shoes, or your black shoes?"

he chose the black ones, and i put the white ones down, and he screamed, "whiiiiiiiite shoooooooes, moooommy!!!!"

so i said, "you want to wear the white shoes?"

and he said, "yes, mommy."

so i put the black shoes down, and he screamed, "blaaaaaack shooooooooes, moooommmy!!!"

this went on a few times too long, as i was mistakenly thinking he would actually settle on a pair. i decided we would go with white shoes, and he started bawling his little eyes out. i stood up to pour my coffee in my to-go mug while he stood with his arms in the air, clearly in real anguish about the shoe situation, "mooooooooommmmmyyyyyyyyyy!!! uuuuuupppppp, mommmmmmyyyyyyyy!!!"

i said, "you stop crying, and i'll pick you up, buddy." i packed up the rest of my things, put on my shoes, and put on my jacket while he continued crying, and i continued telling him, "stop crying, buddy, and i'll pick you up."

heartless... but not really in a bad way, i think.

thankfully, just around that time, we heard a siren and he perked up, "fire truck, mommy! do you hear it?"

i picked up the child and made it to the van without too much more drama.

lovelove,
mommmmmmyyyyyyyy