Feeling.

My Son, whom I adore, is wise beyond his years.

His ability to communicate stunning.

His constant support and affirmations throughout all that we have been have been through, incredible, to put it mildly.

And although we like to think of children as resilient, they are people.

People with feelings.

Hearts.

Thoughts.

My daughters are incredible and spectacular as well. They are blooming, right before my eyes.

Yet, sometimes, they aren't as able as my Son to share what they are going through and how they feel.

And sometimes those thoughts and feelings are hard to put into words.

So it is through tears and temper tantrums.

Screams.

Relentless tears.

Sobs.

Indignance.

And as hard for that is for me, I need to remain their harbor.

Even when I too, want to scream, and run away.

I need to remember I am their safe space.

I am their only space.

I adore them.

I live for them.

I need them.

And they too, need me.

I just need a gentle reminder every now and again.

I got one last night.

We are all are entitled to our feelings.

In all the ways we may need to express them.

Xoxo,

C.