I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream

Sometimes I wonder about myself. I took Girl to get her one-year shots today, and I hear all these stories about how awful it is watching your children get shots, and how mothers cry with their children, or can't watch, or need someone else to hold their child still. I don't seem to have that problem. At times I have found myself wondering what it is inside me that is broken. I am able to hold Girl still, pin her arms and watch her get 3 shots in a row without so much as a lump in my throat. Is that normal?

I try to convince myself that I'm just a strong person who doesn't let her emotions get the better of her, but to be honest, I'm not thinking about it much. Shots are just one of those things. They suck, but you do them, and get through them and then they're done. Bite down on the strap and when it's all over, you can have some juice.

Girl hurts herself all the time. Not seriously of course, but enough to make her cry for a while. I'm never happy when she's hurt or upset, but usually when she cries I cuddle her and gently remind her that gravity will always be there and she needs to make sure her feet are under her when she crawls off the couch. What point is there in falling if you don't know why you fell?

I used to be more sensitive. There was a time when I couldn't return something to a store because I was afraid they'd get mad at me. I'm pretty sure I know when that turned, and while I'm glad I can go to customer service without fear, I sometimes wonder if maybe it went too far. I don't really feel like I'm missing out on anything, after all, crying isn't usually something that people want to do. I just wonder sometimes if the point between logic and sentimentality shouldn't be a little closer to the middle.