Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday I accompanied my daughter and grandson to visit my son-in-law to his workplace so he could show off his little son.  It was sweet witnessing his pride.  Everyone's response was as you would hope, and I know it meant a lot to him.  What it took to drive the 45 minutes there and then the same time back was a couple of crying spells, a lot of singing, and a pacifier.  Simple is not simple when it's a baby.  So I admired my daughter for wanting to please her husband, and for sitting in an office with the door closed to nurse, and to drive while I sat next to the baby in the backseat.  It's hard.  Babies are hard.  Luckily, these parents adore him and are dedicated to his welfare, but even then, sometimes a lot of deep breaths are necessary.  Before we left for the trip, the baby had a meltdown at our house, and pooped in his striped outfit, and had to try to nap and nurse.  She was exhausted before we got in the car.  Right speech is talking with her and reminding her what a great mom she is, and how she needs to get a break more, and that being frustrated and upset is natural.  Nothing makes demands on you like a baby.  My witnessing I hope makes it easier for her to accept that sometimes she's just DONE.  She knows I know, after four kids, exactly how it feels.