We are both readers. How many times this summer have I wondered what he was doing and then I looked and found him with a book? How many times have I asked him to put up our library books out of the library bag and then I look and see him reading the books? How many times have our trips to town been quiet because he has a book?
There are other ways he is like me too of course. He likes ice cream and sweets. He likes lazy stay home days when we can stay in our pajamas all day.
And he worries like me. I can remember through many school years I would have worries before school started. Each year it was something different. Well he has a worry every year too. He enjoys school but as he approaches a new year and new teacher he always has a worry.
I knew something was off one day last week. We both were just off all day long, one thing after another. Something wasn't right. Finally I knew I did not want to go on with those feelings anymore. He had gone to lay on his bed. I went too. We sat and cried together. He told me what he was thinking, and I told him my thoughts. Many of them were the same. All of that stuff bottled up had led us both to have this off day.
Looking back it was a beautiful moment. It was a moment that needed to happen and needed to be shared. To make that connection. To share those tears. It felt so good to be honest with him and just tell him what I was feeling, feelings that were so similar.
The next day we were normal again. Things were right again. I told him I was so glad we had shared our feelings. He was too.
Have a day of blessings!
1 comment:
This made your Momma cry! I remember all those feelings and thoughts and experiences as you grew up!
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