Monday, 4 February 2013

Crying In Toy Stores

At some point I would like to be able to report that I am no longer crying in public places. I'd like to report that I no longer have flashbacks that bring me to tears. I'd like to be able to report that I don't have random crying jags anymore. Today is not going to be that day.

Apparently I am stuck with this new found propensity for crying in public. Actually, it's not that new anymore. It's been happening since my son died almost 2 and a half years ago. Wow, typing that just made me realize that it's been almost 2 and a half years since we said good bye. That's a long time.

I stopped carrying around my sunglasses because I thought perhaps I was past this whole thing. Really I should have known better after what happened when I took Frostina to see Santa. But clearly I am still in denial that my emotions are so much closer to the surface than they used to be.

The Hubby and I just got back from a week away. It was nice to be on vacation in America without the obligation of visiting family and basically being passed around like an expat ping pong ball. We had lots of time to sight see and shop without having to worry about balancing our time between his and my family. It was a very nice week away.

On the last day we decided to kill some time before we had to go to the airport by doing some shopping. Naturally we ended up in a toy store. It's a whole new experience being in a toy store now that we have a living baby to buy things for. She's still a bit too young to tell us what she wants, but she was clearly enthralled with the store. They obviously know how to capture even a babies interest at the Disney Store because she was oohing and aahhing and squealing with laughter. It was one of the funniest things I've seen.

As we were browsing the princess section I burst into tears. I'm sure I looked like a complete idiot. I mean, seriously, who cries at the Disney Store??? Me apparently.

The Hubby was completely confused. "What's wrong?" he asked me. Nothing was wrong of course. I was just overwhelmed at the fact that we actually have a baby who we can buy princess toys for, and princess outfits, and princess crowns.... you get the idea.

For so long I thought this day would never come. The day when we went to toy stores like normal people and got toys for our child. The day when I would no longer rush past toy stores trying not to look in and see other people and their happy children.

This day I was one of those parents. A happy parent pushing around my happy, squealing baby. My happy baby who I could buy a princess toy for. Not that I looked like a happy parent with tears streaming down my face,,, but I'm working on that part.


  1. It'd be hard to not to cry in the toy store with your invaluable baby girl. I so very well get it.

  2. This is the stuff I don't think people necessarily understand when you're holding your rainbow and they think everything is fixed... That it's a lifetime of gratitude and fears and sorrow all wrapped up in one "should be happy" moment.

  3. How those happy moments are always marked by the two emotions. I just posted on this "I miss her most in the moments of happiness". How we will always be so grateful for the small things!

  4. It is so hugely mixed up isn't it? Last week I sobbed because when my son got a sudden burst of confidence to stand up on his own. He looked at me with his "Look Mummy, no hands" face, so proud of himself and I cried for his sister, because she didn't get to be proud of herself. A lifetime of everything being mixed up. I still cry in public too xxx

  5. Joy comes in so many forms. Surely anybody seeing that knew you were just being a Mom.

  6. Oh how I've been there. :)

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