Monday, November 23, 2009
Why does this hurt so much? He wants an answer. I feel the question in his cries. I ask it too. Why does he have to hurt? Why does this hurt me?
I keep whooshing and walking, staying true to my elliptical course, contemplating the meaning of this challenge.
A first tooth cutting through the gums.
And maybe it's a good lesson to learn, at six months, that life is like this. Not just the hard part - the dull ache punctuated by sharp pain. But also the comfort. The balm on the wound. The relief that comes in the anesthetic that is love - represented here by a frozen teething ring, a mother's touch, and the ocean's waves in a tiny ear.
The lesson that many questions do have answers, many problems do have solutions, much pain comes to an end. That help will usually be on the way.
The lesson that, while you're figuring out the answer, it's best to keep walking, to keep holding on to each other, to keep on whooshing. Yes, whooshing.
What lessons does suffering teach us?
And, more importantly, how do you help a teething baby get some sleep? (Tiny Baby thanks you in advance for your suggestions.)
Posted by Kristen @ Motherese at 6:05 AM