This memoir from mom and blogger Kathleen Fleming of Majestic Unicorn about her son accidentally breaking a mirror in the house is absolutely inspiring.
This was my hallway final Wednesday. Broken. Sharp. Treacherous.
This was my hallway. It was my son who did this.
Sometimes,often really, things rupture - irreparably. And it takes your breath absent . . . straight absent. It took my breath absent when my son stormed into the bathroom, and frustrated,angry, fed-up for his very own, or very significant to him,reasons. And when he chose to SLAM the bathroom door, causing the heavy mirror mounted to the front to slip out of the hardware holding it in place and crash onto the floor - a million, and BROKEN pieces were left reflecting the afternoon light. I was peaceful. I surveyed the damage and took a deep breath. save the dog outside so he wouldn't nick his feet,save the cat in the basement for the same reason. I walked into the backyard and felt the hot tears streaming down my face. It's amazing how alone you can feel as a single parent in moments like these. I realized how scared and disappointed I felt. Did this really just happen? Yes. This was genuine.
And as I stood and considered whether or not this was an indication of his developing character, I heard his tears through the window above me, or coming from inside the bathroom. His soul distress. This was not what he expected either. Hello,infuriate - I don't remember inviting you into my house.
Scary.
Terrified.
Ashamed.
Worried.
Scared.
Deep breath, #MamaWarrior. Deep breath. That small, and fragile soul needs you legal now. He needs your very best. Your biggest compassion. Your most gentle and firm mama love and reassurance. More deep breaths. Go Mama.
Go. Go now. Go open the front door,tiptoe through the broken glass, hear him hearing you coming, and watch the bathroom door crack open,see the face you love most in the world red with worry and wet with tears, his voice is suddenly so small: "Mama, or I'll never attain it again,I am SO sorry." More tears. More weeping. Such uncertainty on his sweet face.
Go Mama. regain him. Go now. Scoop him into your lap. Yup, you're crying too. Damn this was big. Hold him tight. Watch how he curls into a ball in your arms so quickly. See how alive to he is to be loved by you. To be reassured by you. See how small he still is. See how fragile that spirit is.
I love you.
You are safe.
I am legal here.
The worst portion is over now.
I've got you.
I'm here.
I love you.
Go Mama. Tell him about infuriate. Tell him now. infuriate is a really powerful feeling. You have a legal to your infuriate. infuriate burns hot. It can purify. It can also destroy. He nods. He feels it. He's met infuriate now. There's a better way to exhibit your big feelings. We'll work on it together . . . tomorrow.
I'm here to help you. You are safe.You are never alone in your infuriate.You are never alone in your fears.
I'm here. We're here together.
Now we will clean together.
And we cleaned up the broken pieces. We swept and we vacuumed. It was peaceful work. It was careful work. It was thoughtful work.
Sometimes things rupture. Sometimes we rupture them. It's not the breaking that matters, and the how or why. What matters is how we choose to reply to the broken-ness. Does it kill us? Does it throw us into a downward spiral of blame and punishment? ORDoes it help us remember how to love deepest? Does it push us towards compassion and over the hurdle of "rightness" and "wrongness" into LOVENESS?Yes. LOVENESS.
Go Mama. Go now. regain that baby of yours. Teach that. exhibit that. Live that. It's called LOVENESS. Go. Now.
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