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#tearlesscrying

My second born son, Colton, is a magnificent study in extremes. He is adorable. He could charm the wallpaper off the walls. His seductive grin makes mincemeat of the hardest of child-hating hearts.

And at the opposite extreme, what I call: #tearlesscrying.

Not tantrums. It’s worse. He whines incessantly.

Seriously, y’all. It’s soul-sucking.

Believe me, Colton does not lack for coddling. Remember the whole ‘He’s so cute” bit? He’ll snuggle for hours. (Well, 15 minutes). It’s heaven to hold him in my lap after a nap. (Though his nap mainly consisted of 30 minutes of silence and 20 minutes of what? You guessed it: #tearlesscrying.)

But around 7 months old, it began.

I thought he was frustrated because he wasn’t mobile, yet.

Then he started crawling and the #tearlesscrying followed me around the apartment until I picked him up.

Change of scene helped, but only for a little while. One fall on the playground and the whining started anew. He wasn’t hurt.

I was.

Sympathetic moms or nannies suggested, “Maybe he’s cold?”

People: it’s July!

“Maybe he’s teething? Sick? Tired? Hungry? Constipated? Republican?”

Each time I proved my point by picking up the little terrorist. Silence ensued.

Nowadays, we’ll have 20 minutes blissful playtime. Then he steps on a train wrong or can’t pick up his humidifier that weighs more than him. #tearlesscrying.

And he won’t stop until I pick him up.

Seriously, people. I’m not cold hearted. I’m a tree-hugging, vegetarian-wannabe, Libra, for Chrissake. Reality TV makes me squirm. I am not neglecting this child.

Recently, Colton had his 18-month wellness visit. The doctor saw that he had a dual ear infection. It wasn’t a bad one. She said it had probably just developed in the previous two days.

But she said, “That’s probably why he’s been fussy.”

“For the past eighteen months?” I retorted

The worst part is, most of the time, in public, all I hear is: “Oh, he’s the cutest, smiliest, happiest kid on the block.”

And my juvenile contempt compels me to say, “Oh, don’t let this little manipulator fool you.”

And who looks like an asshole, then?

When Ellison (my 3-year-old) asks, “Why is Colton crying?”, I refrain from responding in the following ways: “Because that’s what he does.” or “Who knows, this time?” or “Because he’s a whiny little shit bent on making our family miserable.”

Ignoring the whining almost never helps. Yet part of my job as a parent is to help him figure out that life is nasty, brutish and short. He might as well start looking for beauty in blocks and trucks and balls and Tina Fey. If he wastes too much time whining, he’ll find himself living along with cats very soon. Like, by age 3.

Last week, we were putting Ellison down to sleep and he wanted to sing “Old MacDonald Had a Farm.”

He composed a new verse:

“Old MacDonald Had a Farm, E-I-E-I-O.

And on that farm he had a Colton, E-I-E-I-O.

With a cry-cry, here, and a cry-cry, there.

Here a cry, there a cry, everywhere a cry-cry…”

I had to repress my guffaw so I wouldn’t wake Colton up.

Because he would #tearlesscry.

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10 Comments

  1. While there is no scientific evidence to support this, the theory is that the tougher their toddler years are, the easier they will be in their teens. My oldest was the easiest toddler and, while by no stretch a terrible teen, she was certainly more challenging than her siblings. Her siblings, on the other hand, were extremely difficult toddlers (one earning the name of Cryin’ Brian) and both have been the most laid back and delightful of teens. Hang in there, Dad!

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    • Keeping fingers crossed, for sure. Thx for the encouragement. And…tho I try not to sound like a pure complainer, I do see the humor in all of this. My kids are great. Our “struggles” are nothing, if not relative. I’m lucky the eek out the time to write and reflect on how good I have it. It’s just more fun to poke fun at the hard parts. Having said that and sounding really pollyannaish- never mind! They really do make me wanna scream about 16 times a day. Back to your advice- hang in there. Will do. Thx for the comments.

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  2. Jane Blass says

    That tearless cry always make giggle a little on the train. Little one in a stroller not getting enough attention with their face screwed up in a desperate attempt to squeeze out some water. I sometimes whisper to them when mom isn’t looking, “You know you’re not a very good actor. Try putting some heart into it.” They stop for a moment and stare at me in wonder…and then right back to it.

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    • I am so very happy that you’re sprinkling bits of drama (and dramatic notes) throughout every day life, Jane. The whole world needs more of you. Xoxo

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