Macy is teething. Not just oh, I think I see a little tooth teething. This is swollen gums with at least four teeth trying to pop through teething. And a runny nose and a serious case of the crankies. Trying to comfort her really doesn’t help because she’s just feeling it all and wondering why we don’t understand what she wants. The problem is, there really isn’t much to do to help her; she doesn’t even know what she wants. It is one of those classically frustrating parenting situations.
The helplessness of this stage makes me dread the similar feelings I know I’ll have when my girls face the teenage years. Oi vay! I remember those feelings of being trapped and scared and sad and thrilled and worried and enchanted. All of them in the space of about 10 minutes. I remember walking downstairs thinking something from the kitchen would help and then trudging back up when nothing did. (Not even the Little Debbie that tasted like heaven!)
Macy will be fine in a few days, and I know girls eventually pass through adolescence as well. I just hate that in-between time when everyone feels miserable! I was sustained in those days by a great family, a foundation of faith, and a growing personal relationship with God. Macy is sustained by lots of holding, Motrin, and a pacifier. Maybe those things aren’t so different from one another for now. When she’s all grown up she’ll trade the pacifier for personal faith, but the rest she’ll probably keep. Sometimes nothing is better than Motrin, and I know she’ll always have us!