One of the many acquired skills of motherhood is how you can discern the needs of a situation by the mere sound of a child’s cry. Part superpower, part June Cleaver, part neurosis. How many distinct variations on bawling can there be, you may ponder?
The answer: a lot.
There’s the really hurt cry, complete with tears and silent screams, which of course requires immediate attention. Beyond that, the speed at which most sobs are dealt with fall into a set your own pace category. Do you really wish to waste energy on an I’m only faking it cry or a jealous cry or the ever popular she took my toy cry or even a he’s hitting me in the head with a plastic spoon cry? How about the how dare she close the bathroom door cry? Or the I want a cookie cry? Or an I want to be picked up right this very second I said NOW cry? Choose your battles, people. The little stamina you have left will be put to greater use later on, believe me.
Like when you’re attempting to refrain your daredevil son from obtaining the really hurt cry, which is a full-time day-long job in itself.
It’s possible I may have also let out a Mommy’s frustrated cry. Maybe. On occasion.