Front Row Seats

I watch my children come apart by tantrums and tears. The bruised shin that has my five year old whining, instead of crying, doesn't faze me. I just watch. Amazed I have front row seats to all the free melodrama. I wait it out.

I have seen where tantrums take them. Fresh tears sprout where emotions overflow. But, I wait. I smother my own emotions. if I feel like giving up, I never give in. I calmly stop the tears with my story telling. I spin them well. Often. At times, even when I don't know where the story is going- I tell it- just so we can get swept in the tale and forget that we were only a moment ago sitting close to tears at the edge of her bed.

I just watch.

I watch my children grow up.
So fast.
I am the luckiest mother in the world. Of this I am certain.