Bigger Picture Moment: Thankful for "Bravery"

“MAMA, NO PLEASE. I DON’T WANT IT. PLEASE. NOOOOOO!”

This happens every year and every year my heart breaks. This time I tried to be sneaky, and it still ended in screams and tears.

When we took G to the pediatrician last weekend to get his fever checked prior to his surgery, B2 suggested we do flu shots at the same time. Bright idea big guy especially since you weren’t there to listen to that screaming.

I waited till it was all ready then I broke the news to E and if you didn’t notice, he didn’t take it well. He refused to sit on the table and wanted to sit on my lap (which they won’t let you do).

So after A LOT of coaxing and hugs, I had to just bite the bullet and have two nurses hold him down while they gave him the shot, because THAT’S not traumatic at all. Jeez.

It’s just a flu shot. One little stick and it will be over, but it FREAKS him out. Like screaming bloody murder, hyperventilating, crocodile tears type of FREAK OUT.

And with each tear and each scream my heart bursts. I want to take his pain away. I want to take the shot for him. But I can’t.

My heartache must remain hidden, because I’m the mom and I need to be tough. I have to show him how to be brave.

My heart had a workout this week with the kiddos. Two days later G had his surgery. And while it was just tubes and adenoids my heartstrings stretched and hurt.

But I had to be brave for him.

And on the outside I was, but on the inside I cried.

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