Don't you remember what it was like to be little, and to be hurt/afraid/confused/suffering? I remember it was the purest and truest misery, and it was not containable. These kids are human beings with actual feelings who, at that moment, are having a way worse time than you are listening to them.
The thing was, I felt a bit more miserable than they were expressing, with a dash of pain on the side. *sigh* Perhaps I am angry/envious that they could express without negative consequences and be rewarded (attention, food) what I am not allowed to express.
Being a grown-up does suck sometimes. :-( I'm so sorry that you were having a rough trip.
I just got back from a short vacation with my family. We went on one activity and my niece just pitched a hysterical, unreasonable, irrational fit about something minor. Wailing, as you say. I was overcome with the remembrance of what that was like, of feeling out of control, of incomprehensible and uncontrollable misery, and I was filled with empathy for her. A very Proustian moment, indeed.
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Date: 2007-07-26 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-27 03:01 pm (UTC)Just some perspective.
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Date: 2007-07-27 03:19 pm (UTC)The thing was, I felt a bit more miserable than they were expressing, with a dash of pain on the side. *sigh* Perhaps I am angry/envious that they could express without negative consequences and be rewarded (attention, food) what I am not allowed to express.
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Date: 2007-07-27 03:48 pm (UTC)I just got back from a short vacation with my family. We went on one activity and my niece just pitched a hysterical, unreasonable, irrational fit about something minor. Wailing, as you say. I was overcome with the remembrance of what that was like, of feeling out of control, of incomprehensible and uncontrollable misery, and I was filled with empathy for her. A very Proustian moment, indeed.