Five months ago, I had our son George. Coming just 19 months after his older brother who was considered 'easy,’ George was considered 'difficult.’ What a title to start a life, right? For a little over two months he cried, he slept, he ate, he cried some more. We didn’t even aim for happy; we would have settled for mildly content for five minutes.
One night, feeling consumed by the desire for him to calm down just so I could see him for a minute; to see my son whom I felt I had yet to actually meet, I lay him down on the bed and leaned over him.
Out of frustration, I finally said aloud, “Why are you so sad? Why can’t you just be happy?”Read More