Tuesday, August 28, 2012

I want to be so happy

When M was about 2-1/2 or 3, his catchphrase was, "I want to be so happy."  He must've wailed it 50 times a day.  We'd know we were up for a hard day when M would meltdown over his bedroom door in the morning.  Either he wanted it to be opened a crack before he woke up, or else opening his door for him was the most terrible betrayal ever experienced by a small boy.  It was 50/50.

So every couple of mornings or so, he'd burst into our room in the morning (carrying Mr. Hanson, Buzz, Big Guy Buzz, Albert, blue blanket and the elephant pillow) crying about how he wanted to be so happy.  At the time, we'd comfort him and smile at his childish language.  Everyone knows toddlers don't even understand their own emotions.

Since we started the diet, M has said, "I want to be so happy" exactly one time.  It was during an additive-induced meltdown.  I hadn't heard it in so long, I had almost forgotten.

He was right.  All those times.  He did want to be so happy, and when he was on his additive-filled diet, his happiness was outside his control.  Imagine crying out of frustration that you can't be happy when you want to be.  And we wondered why he was so wild.  He was distracting himself from his own frustrating mind.

Our children know more than we give them credit for.  What are they trying to tell us?

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