The Hubs had to break the news as he turned the car around. The train was "broken" today. I scrambled to find something to lift up my little guy's broken spirit. I felt and still feel awful! BUT we ended up going on a family adventure to one of the local apple orchards and hunted for pumpkins. He ate sugared donuts for lunch and apple cider. I wanted him to have a beautiful time. He chose is own pumpkin and had a blast! I let him have three helpings of baked apple for dessert AND let him lick the whipped cream container clean.
Here I thought I had saved the day with family adventure. As I tucked him into bed he reminded me that the train was broken and that he was going to go on the train while I stayed home with the girls. There it was.., that awful feeling I let him down.
I know I will have plenty of these throughout their lifetime. I know I will loose count and even what they were over but that feeling is horrible. It feels like my insides are being pulled out while I watch.
Have you experienced this feeling yet? Was it over something small? Or was it bigger?
|My little man picked out his pumpkin|