the tantrums are hard. they are hard for me, but so much harder for him.
so i am honored, as his mother, to sit with him, calmly, and hold the space for his hurt. i allow him to feel it all. as long as it takes for him to “feel beddah” when the hurt passes. and it always does. some sessions take 10 minutes, others take 30 — but it doesn’t matter to me.
i am chosen to be the person in his life to teach him about the dharma. about the first noble truth; that there is suffering and gratefully, an end to it.
i hold the space for him with compassion and lovingkindness. there are no lectures or scoldings when he feels these big feelings — what message would that send to him? that he isn’t allowed to feel uncomfortable? that i can’t accept his discomfort? what would he eventually do with those feelings? i dare not even guess…
i will do my best to accept this boy exactly as he is, no matter how he is feeling. i will do my best to be absolutely present for his joys and his sorrows. i will be as emotionally available for his wins as i will be for his losses, and life will promise to bring him both.
i love this boy so, so much and i will continue to thank him for trusting me to hold him. every-single-day.