Today I am grateful that I was able to get Baylor calmed down after a major meltdown just before dinner. We had just finished seeing Monsters University with Mollie, my mom, and my sister, and we were headed over to Rockford to have some pizza at Marinades then walk around and possibly go to Rocky's. Typically this is the type of evening Baylor lives for, but upon hearing of our plans he burst into angry tears and demanded that we turn the car around and go home. He didn't want anyone to talk to him, and he tried his best to figure out a way to just get home. I knew he was likely just tired and hungry, and after we arrived in Rockford and Mom, Christine, and Mollie left the car to order the pizza, I stayed back with Baylor and just talked. He wanted to explore the front seat area of my mom's car, and I let him after some gentle persuading. I still couldn't get him out of the car, though.
Then, I thought of something; Baylor loves to be of help to other people (although not when it comes to picking up his own toys ... grrr). I told him that I had to go to the bathroom and asked him to join me. And he did. Completely willingly, I might add. After that, and a good helping of pizza and a squeezie applesauce, he was his old self again.
Being able to get him calmed down felt good. It made me feel like I was doing something right, which is a rarity in this job; clear examples like this are so few and far between. And I'm grateful I got this one to help keep me going and remind me of what kind of mom I want to be.
Have a wonderful night!