I spent the day focusing on kindness and connection for and with my children. It went beautifully as we tried new things and visited new places.
We had a mini movie night (1.5 movies, to be exact) and my older son was in tears at bedtime. Movie night reminds him of mom. Me too. He’s scared about being different and not fitting in. Crap, I remember that feeling like, oh yeah, that was yesterday. He was worried that he hasn’t been kind. Me too.
I talked about how great it is to be different and that it brings challenges for finding people who can understand you enough to accept you. I told him that when you find those people it can be the most rewarding experience because they’ll be “different” in their own ways.
His mom understood him. She understood me. We’ve all struggled having lost a person who knew us so well. I’ve got advantages as an adult, I can get online and search out folks with common interests and I can go explore the world to find new people. My children have advantages as well, they get to meet and interact with a wider variety of people than most children. But they’re only just discovering their Selves, and they don’t have the fallback of two parents who get them.
I reminded him of the people we’ve met who have understood us and how awesome that has been. He’s got friends who have lost a parent and buddies who are wildly diverse in their talents and interests. I explained how all relationships end, that it’s okay if someone is only in his life for a short time if that time is good.
I manifested a deeper connection with my children today and it came to be. It didn’t come without obstacles, but the really good stuff never does.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason