Sensitivity and my two
My children are growing, growing, growing. It is magical to watch.
We have returned to school and Kindy and the little tears fall from their heart.
My beautiful boy worries about that overwhelming feeling of returning to Kindy, what he wears and if it is all going to be ok without me.
His Kindy is the most wonderful, creative and nurturing environment with teachers that make him feel so safe and loved but it is always hard tearing away from each other with little tears rolling down his face.
No matter how much we prepare for that goodbye moment, it is never easy.
We lock our invisible strings into our hearts to remind each other we are always connected.
If I forget to do it, he soon reminds me, " mum we haven't locked our strings in our heart."
He returns home and says, "I was so brave today mum, I missed you, but I did it."
I look at him and smile and say, "you were so brave Balun."
Then we go through it again the next morning.
I dropped my little girl off and she hid behind the wall begging if she could just be with me.
We cuddle and I whisper sweetness in her ear, I get her to put her hand on her heart and repeat beautiful words to make her feel strong and safe but most importantly loved by her mum.
Some days you can feel and hear the judgement from others.
when I returned home Craig was at the desk pottering along with work and I started babbling and doubting myself, "do I do a good job, am I to protective, is it ok that it is the end of the year and we are still struggling..."
Then I remember something a very special person told me after meeting my two little ones, "sensitivity is a gift, I can see they both have it and never let anyone tell you different, they are beautiful and you can see you have invested your time to allow them to feel."
And so that doubt left me and I smiled, they are the only Bridie and Balun in this world and if they are sensitive, what a beautiful gift.
I think they are the bravest people as they show their feelings and listen to their heart.
And to all those who read this blog, my children are children and do get cranky and annoy one another and beg for things, they wouldn't be children if they didn't. It's the individuality, the kindness, the love they give and uniqueness is what I remember about them, cherish, brag about and am so proud of.
We have returned to school and Kindy and the little tears fall from their heart.
My beautiful boy worries about that overwhelming feeling of returning to Kindy, what he wears and if it is all going to be ok without me.
His Kindy is the most wonderful, creative and nurturing environment with teachers that make him feel so safe and loved but it is always hard tearing away from each other with little tears rolling down his face.
No matter how much we prepare for that goodbye moment, it is never easy.
We lock our invisible strings into our hearts to remind each other we are always connected.
If I forget to do it, he soon reminds me, " mum we haven't locked our strings in our heart."
He returns home and says, "I was so brave today mum, I missed you, but I did it."
I look at him and smile and say, "you were so brave Balun."
Then we go through it again the next morning.
I dropped my little girl off and she hid behind the wall begging if she could just be with me.
We cuddle and I whisper sweetness in her ear, I get her to put her hand on her heart and repeat beautiful words to make her feel strong and safe but most importantly loved by her mum.
Some days you can feel and hear the judgement from others.
when I returned home Craig was at the desk pottering along with work and I started babbling and doubting myself, "do I do a good job, am I to protective, is it ok that it is the end of the year and we are still struggling..."
Then I remember something a very special person told me after meeting my two little ones, "sensitivity is a gift, I can see they both have it and never let anyone tell you different, they are beautiful and you can see you have invested your time to allow them to feel."
And so that doubt left me and I smiled, they are the only Bridie and Balun in this world and if they are sensitive, what a beautiful gift.
I think they are the bravest people as they show their feelings and listen to their heart.
And to all those who read this blog, my children are children and do get cranky and annoy one another and beg for things, they wouldn't be children if they didn't. It's the individuality, the kindness, the love they give and uniqueness is what I remember about them, cherish, brag about and am so proud of.
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