Ayla had a bad day today - or so that's what I could tell. It could be because she stayed up too late with mommy last night, it could be the "pressures" of moving to the big girl class (and consequently away from her little boyfriend "Zay-ya" (Isaiah)) , it could be that she really was trying to "use her words" and they just weren't making sense to either daddy or I, or she really just had a BAD day plain and simple. But she just wanted to cry and cry.
Oddly, many little things have been culminating for me too, and when I was holding her in her rocking chair... she just tightly hugged me and cried and cried. I never got annoyed, angry or upset at her crying... and for a moment - I realized I was envious. Really. Sometimes you have no particular reason, or can't explain, but you just need to let it all out (and be hugged and rocked) in an understanding environment. I longed to go there and understood at the sametime that I couldn't and had to be there for her. It was strangely sublime.