My son amazes me. When things are good, they are great. When things are bad, the whole world crashes around him. He is so dramatic. There is very little in between for him. The moments he is actually calm, cool and collected are few during a day.
This does not surprise me at all. I tend to be the same way. For those of you reading this who are trying to psycho-analyze the situation, it’s not manic depression. It’s called DRAMA! More than one person has called me a “drama queen” in the past. Though this use to bother me, I have learned that you are who you are. This is a basis of my personality. I feel things deeply.
I suppose my son has inherited this fabulous attribute. He is so tender hearted. Whenever I tell him, “NO!”, he sticks out that bottom lip like I’ve just torn his little heart from his chest. He is wonderful.
Hopefully, he will learn, as his mommy has, that this trait does not have to be a bad thing. Of course, it doesn’t have to be quite the production, either. The older I get, the more I have learned to harness this superpower of emotion. Hopefully, he will learn the lesson more quickly than I. If not, I’m in for one serious ride. 🙂