Yesterday Jack, Theo, and I got caught in awful traffic. I shouldn't even call it traffic, it was a parking lot on the M25 (London Orbital). We sat still (not even moving an inch) for 40 minutes. The boys did really great during this time, but after they had finished their sippy cups and old pot of Cheerios that I had in the nappy bag, and I had been worn out on 'I spy' games and 'Simon Says' games, they both began to cry. I didn't really blame them.
Later that day, Jack commented on how bad the traffic was. I agreed and said, yes it was awful traffic. Jack responded with: If you thought it was awful, then why didn't you cry?
I attempted my best three-year-old explanation on how it often isn't worth crying over things you cannot do anything about, but in my head, I was thinking 'because I am the Mom and couldn't!'
So there you go, more evidence that I am a grown-up.
3 comments:
I can certainly sympathize with wanting to cry while sitting on the M25 and I don't drive it that often! I had that problem on the M4 yesterday as I was leaving town to head to Leicester.
It's hard being a mom. Even traffic jams can teach life lessons.
Ah, traffic and toddlers! Charles and Rebekah always picked traffic jams (the kind where there's tons of traffic, you're moving but feel like everyone's trying to hit you so you better stay really alert)to ask deep theological questions. My favorite was when they wanted me to explain the Trinity to them while I was fighting 5 o'clock traffic in Houston on the highway. (I'd like to also mention that it was almost 100 degrees and we had no air conditioning in the car!) I think that was one time when I told them they would need to wait until we got home for their answer! :D
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