On Saturday, Edda and I went to ballet class. Although I usually post photos of Edda happy and smiling on the blog, Edda is often quite unpredictable and hard to deal with when her mood turns. When her mood turns, there is often nothing that soothes her, especially when we are out and about. It is this unpredictability that often has me on edge whenever we leave the house. I often find it draining to take the kids out and about by myself because often Edda will just turn on a dime and be inconsolable and I feel defeated, disheartened and drained. Jeremy, on the other hand, I think because of his more optimistic personality, tends to get a command performance resulting in cheerful outing from our Edda-mame.
Somehow, this weekend (perhaps because so much is going on right now) when Edda lost it at ballet, it in turn made me lose it and we ended up both in tears – sitting on the squishy couch outside in the lobby area of the ballet studio.
Slowly, one at a time, three parents from Edda’s class walked over to our squishy couch spot and gave me hugs and some tender words which were wonderfully touching, but I couldn’t stop crying and neither could Edda. We left early with a sweet hug from the coordinator of the class with a “We’ll see you guys next week!”. I think I’m going to make Jeremy go to the next class.