Chaos,  HomeLife

Three Truths To Tell My Child, For When They Feel Sad

Some days one or more of my children falls under a funk.

A chunk of reality, coupled with a burst of hormonal fluctuation, and the bottom drops out and a stormy sea rocks their world.

I understand.  I have felt the heavy burden and I have been subdued under its trance and I was twelve once and I understand lonely and fear still wants to be my friend and our world is very very full of both real and imagined dangers and disappointments.

I’ve sat by their tear stained pillows and held their still tender hands and I’ve cried tears as they’ve cried tears.

I imagine it is a scene that I’ll be playing on repeat in one form or another for many years.  (And I consider it a heavy privilege.)

When it happened recently, I was struck with a desire to be silent (mostly).

I told my young sufferer, “I am going to tell you three things that I know.”

And this is what I said:

I love you.

These feelings are normal.

You won’t feel this way forever.

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