Don't you wish you could protect the kiddos from the rough stuff? I've always been one to cringe on their behalf, wishing I could take the bullet for them, but then sometimes jumping into the trajectory too late, and having to watch the offspring suffer one heartbreak or another. It blows.
Today the lesson learned is simply how to take the bullet. It's one thing to have bad news and roll with it, another to let it completely destroy you.
Make no mistake, I am the Queen of "Being Destroyedland". I'm not proud of it, but I am prone to falling apart almost every time I step on the scale, for example, or when Baby Boy takes a marker to the walls. I try to keep my boys from seeing me lose it, but on occasion, I have to break out the margarita glass and put myself in time-out.
Oldest Boy had a heartbreaker today...didn't get a job he was going for, and man, he was so excited about it. Now, it's not written in stone yet, but the results aren't looking too good. I'm trying to get him to roll with it, understand that God's got the plan here, and know that good things are still coming. It's hard though, and part of me wishes I could fix it...but part of me knows this is part of his becoming a man, learning to deal with the disappointment.
So, bust out the kevlar, Oldest Boy...we are going to get through the rough stuff here, and on the other side of it you will find you are becoming more bulletproof every day.