Lack of Communication

Today was the kind of day every mother dreads. My son cried and cried for most of the day and there was nothing I could do to fix it. By the end of the day, I was crying with him. I did, of course, test the usual suspects: hunger, sleepiness, boredom, and a few more that you would probably rather I not mention. None of these seemed to be the problem so all I could do was try and comfort him. If only he could have told me what was wrong! In a few months, I will be trying my hand (no pun intended) at teaching him sign language. Then, maybe he can tell me what he needs, long before he brings himself - and me- to tears.