The good days out weight the bad ones

Yesterday my patience was tested as a mommy. Now usually I can handle a little whining and crying, because it's far and few between with LoLo; however, when your just turned 3 year old has a slight temper-tantrum in Target because he wants a toy you often sing a different tune. 

I did what most moms would do and didn't give in and ignored. Even though the tears that rolled down his chunky cheeks were a sore sight to see. I stuck to my limit. 

I get so sad though when I start to lose my patience on my little man, because even though he's 3 years old he acts much older. He's such a good boy!

Don't get me wrong his good days out weigh his bad ones, yet I find myself compelled to think about how lucky I am to have a healthy boy, and then get so sad that Sydney isn't here. It's hard, because I miss Sydney so much, but need to understand that sticking to my limits is necessary for a child to learn right from wrong. 

I take the good with the bad, and carry on my life with one less twin, and a new baby on the way. I'm only human and I know my patience will be tested very often. I'm a mommy that deals with the hardest thing each day- losing a child, and raising another.