I hear a song and boom! Tears a flowin'.
Video on Facebook showing Moms picking their kids up after every fall and then their kid is an Olympic athlete? BOOM, tears.
Take laundry out of the dryer and realize some is still damp? TEARS.
Yell at my son for breaking a glass picture frame? Tears. Freaking-A man, I am a horrible Mom.
So throughout the day, I really was on auto-pilot. Not much got to me emotionally because I was just on survival mode until the boys' bedtime.
But now, with ALL THE EMOTIONS, I'm also finding myself really more attuned to and aware of my boys and all their thoughts, fears, joys. And over the course of a day they make me laugh, cry, feel like I'm doing everything right, or everything WRONG.
But the point is, I'm finally feeling.
Feeling all the feelings.