Ah, mood swings. A female rite of passage. One minute you’re fine, the next minute, you’re bawling for no apparent reason. It feels weird to be crying for no reason, so you make one up. That way you appear less insane.
This happened a few mornings ago. She poured herself some cereal without realizing that I had poured a bowl for her already.
Burst into tears. ?
So we had a conversation about the whole thing when she had calmed down a little:
Girl: “Has this ever happened to you?”
Girl: WHY? THIS IS AWFUL!
Me: Yep. Can’t lie about that. It stinks.
Girl: When did you have mood swings?
Me: When I was your age, and then at the end of my pregnancy with you. I remember the most ridiculous things would upset me. I swear, I would drop my pen on the ground or something stupid like that, and start crying because it was hard to pick up. My belly was in the way and it would send me over the edge. Your poor dad didn’t know what to do.
Girl: What did you do?
Me: Rode it out. It’s just a feeling. You don’t have to attach it to anything. When you feel that stress coming on, and you want to cry, go ahead. Just know the feeling doesn’t need a permanent home with some vague issue that’s not really an issue. It took me practically a lifetime to learn that. Feelings don’t need to latch themselves on to anything.
Girl: Ok. (*sniffle)
Remember ladies – feels can be bullshit.