The title of this blog came about in the early days of parenting my firstborn, who was a very high-needs, colicky baby. I spent a lot of time worrying, wishing circumstances were different, and feeling sorry for myself. It was during one of our nightly “Unhappy Hours” (about three hours of crying, nursing, and attempting to stop the crying) that my husband, bouncing him around the living room in an effort for calm, cooed, “What could you possibly have to cry about in your coddled little life?”
It hit me hard. I have never gone without food, shelter, love… I have been blessed beyond measure with regard to our home, our move, my husband’s job, my ability to stay home with my children… and still I fabricate reasons to complain. But really… what could I possibly have to cry about?
I am a wife, mother, and part-time technical writer. I have two little
boys, an amazing husband, a close-knit family, and two homes.
I have way too many blessings to be whiny.