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Encouragement just when you need it most

My youngest is a passionate, strong willed, independent boy.  You can read in to that first sentence.    He can be a complete joy and a complete challenge.  There are days he can bring me to my knees.  As tough as he can be, I love this toughness about him, just not all the time.

Taking him in public can be tricky. He can be perfectly well behaved, or perfectly awful.  Last week Friday, we were finishing up or last errand to get ready for Irene.  We had been to the store, the bike shop, the bank, and the library.  We were at our second library of the day and my youngest was done.  I purposefully put him in a stroller because I knew how this trip would go. He had already been a handful at the store and the other library.  I was just hoping that I would be able to keep him contained enough and quiet enough to do what we needed to do and get out of there.

While in the kids' section of the library, I decided to let him out of the stroller.  Mistake.  He began to run around the stacks and take off out of sight.  Not only that, but he was laughing loudly.  I grabbed him and held him.  I told him to be quiet.  He screamed to get put down.  The screaming continued.  I decided to put him back in the stroller.  It was a fight.  He locked his knees and continued to yell to get put down.  After a struggle, I got him buckled into the stroller.  He continued to yell.  I was deflated and embarrassed.  I wanted to get out of the library as soon as possible before anyone could ask us to leave. I told the other boys to quickly pick out another book so we could leave.

As I was walking down and aisle, a women getting books looked at me and said, "Excuse me Ma'am."  

Oh, boy, I thought, here it comes.  She is going to say something like, "You really should not bring him to the library. or "Can't you control your son?"

"You're amazing.", she said.

I looked at her dumbfounded. 

"You're amazing." She repeated.

"You are incredible with him." She said.

I almost laughed.  But, I said thank you.  At that moment, I felt so far from amazing.  At that moment, I did not think anyone else could think that I was amazing or doing a good job.

But, here was this stranger telling me I am amazing.

I needed to hear that in that exact moment.  I needed that validation at that moment. She really was like an angel. Her, "You're amazing" meant "Keep up the good work.  Your are doing the right thing.  You are fighting hard. You are doing the best for him." to me.

And I realized that we all need to hear it too.

In those moments when the kids are tough and you feel like you just want to break down and cry, know, that you are AMAZING!!

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  1. I love this! What a surprise comment and much needed! I hate those looks of disaproval when my kids spiral out of control as if it was all on account of bad parenting. My oldest turns into a little devil everytime we step into Walmart. EVERYTIME! He could be in the best mood, then we get in the doors and he's pulling the cart in every direction, standing in front of other people, wining, crying, you name it! And of course, the "People of Walmart", as weird as they usually are, are scowling at me with their two teeth and mangled hair. I swear it's a sign, I need to stay away from Walmart!

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  2. Now that made me cry. Beautiful! Btw, you are amazing!

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