The other day I was reading a conference talk and I started crying. Cole asked me why I was so sad and why the scriptures make me sad. I thought this would be the perfect time to talk to him about the Holy Ghost and how I feel the spirit. So I told him that I wasn't sad, but when I feel the Holy Ghost I cry. I told him I was the opposite of sad. The Holy Ghost makes me feel good inside and at peace, and sometimes I cry when I am happy.
I thought I was making perfect sense and that Cole was understanding. Then he said "Mom, remember the other day when I hurt my foot? I felt the Holy Ghost and cried too." So much for my logic. Now Cole thinks that the Holy Ghost hurts and makes him cry!
Motherhood is a tricky business.