(She posted after skipping this morning's run.)
Friday
Wednesday
Special
Scene... I return home after work yesterday feeling deflated, unimportant, and ignored. My 9-year-old is laying down on the couch, tired from his long afternoon of basketball camp. I ask him if he wants me to snuggle with him. He nods. We whisper quietly to each other...
Me: "You're my favorite boy in the world."
Mr. Man sighs lightly.
Me: "And you can believe me because I know a lot of boys, but you are still my favorite."
Mr. Man smiles now. We cuddle for a few minutes before I start crying quietly.
Mr. Man: "Mommy, what's wrong?"
Me: "I'm just having a day where I don't feel very special, that's all."
Mr. Man, still whispering: "You're my favorite Mommy in the world. I love you Mommy."
We hug more and my tears stream easily now.
Mr. Man: "You are special."
More hugging and more tears.
Maybe it's a lot of me to ask my son to comfort me in that moment, but I think last night's run was a little lighter because he did.
Me: "You're my favorite boy in the world."
Mr. Man sighs lightly.
Me: "And you can believe me because I know a lot of boys, but you are still my favorite."
Mr. Man smiles now. We cuddle for a few minutes before I start crying quietly.
Mr. Man: "Mommy, what's wrong?"
Me: "I'm just having a day where I don't feel very special, that's all."
Mr. Man, still whispering: "You're my favorite Mommy in the world. I love you Mommy."
We hug more and my tears stream easily now.
Mr. Man: "You are special."
More hugging and more tears.
Maybe it's a lot of me to ask my son to comfort me in that moment, but I think last night's run was a little lighter because he did.
Friday
Popcorn Problems
In my journey of accepting myself and embracing me as a sensitive person, I'm also learned how to respond to my entering-fourth-grade son. He is also a sensitive soul. Currently I'm laying down next to him as he recovers from crying and being upset about not knowing there was popcorn on which to snack. In these moments I'm mindful to not tell him simply to "get over it" or belittle him for crying about popcorn. Because sometimes the best thing we can do is acknowledge our feelings and *feel* our feelings. Sometimes being upset about popcorn is okay. I'm thankful that he knows to remove himself to a quiet place. I'm thankful he is comfortable with me to cry and tell me how he's feeling. I'm thankful that I've learned to let him feel what he's feeling in addition to suggesting what we could do differently next time. Feelings are important and should never be dismissed, regardless of how big or little the situation may seem to someone else.
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