After a few minutes of trying to figure out what was wrong, I realized that sometimes we all just need a good cry. I told M that we just need to cry sometimes and that we feel better afterwards.
That sort of release is cathartic. Cleansing. As a parent, I find myself rushing to try to fix what is wrong. To make it all better. Tonight, I have been reminded that I can’t fix everything and that, sometimes, there is nothing that needs to be fixed. Sometimes, we just need a good cry.