When Mommy has a meltdown
There may be a thousand reasons why
But one of those isn’t you sweet girl
How could you make mom cry?
Couldn’t be your hits and bites
Or your ever-shorter fuse.
Not even your “Don’t look at me”
Could cause this mom to lose
All sense of peace and self-control
All strength to stop the flow
Of tears and sobs and weeps and cries
That bring a whole new low.
When Mommy has a meltdown
It’s just best to let her be.
Let her cry into her hands
And wipe mascara from her cheeks.
Oh my sweet girl the truth might be
That Mommy’s just too tired
To keep her tear ducts locked up tight
She didn’t get the sleep required
To be the mom you need today
The puppeteer, Mr. Bear, the chauffeur.
To cart you to your many things
Might be too much for her.
When Mommy has a meltdown
She’s not at her best.
Just ask to turn on Daniel Tiger
So she can take a rest.
Melting down can be the result
Of playing the comparison game
To other moms she doesn’t know
Who seem not to struggle the same.
Other moms who put makeup on
And have their hair curled and styled
Who keep themselves put together
And of course have control of their child.
When Mommy has a meltdown
She just might need a break
A chance to rediscover
The difference she could make.
The very thing that she was meant
To be, to do, to see.
Finding this, she’ll come alive
Inside and outside her family.
So tell your Daddy or a friend
To give your mom some space.
A quiet time, a girls’ night out,
To find her happy place.
When Mommy has a meltdown
Wrap your arms around her tight.
Tell her she is doing great.
That she is doing lots of right.
That she’s the best mom on the planet.
You couldn’t ask for more.
She’s teaching you all sorts of things
About the world outside your door.
She’s teaching you to love
To be patient and be kind.
She’s the one you look up to
Who you want to be just like.