If you think your kids don’t pick up on what is going on with you — even when you don’t verbalize it — you are wrong.
If you think your kids have no self-awareness, you are also wrong.
Of course, some of our kids have more awareness than others.
Number 6, my eight-year-old, is like the Duke of Empathy.
He can tell when people are struggling.
He is my super emotional kid.
When he’s happy, he’s really, really happy.
When he’s angry, he’s really, really angry.
He is my little mama’s boy. My number one snuggler.
He is in third grade, and he will still give me a hug and a kiss.
In front of his friends.
If he had to make a choice between giving me a kiss and a hug in the morning or missing his bus, he would miss his bus.
He tells me he loves me approximately forty-seven times a day.
And he gives me just as many hugs.
I’m a little stressed lately.
So my patience, especially with the kids, is running a little thinner than normal.
And today when the kids came home from school, they were extra bickery with each other. And one of the kids had to be within about three centimeters of me at all times and would NOT. STOP. TALKING.
I was just feeling overwhelmed and it was definitely coming across in my tone of voice and I’m sure my body language, too.
And out of nowhere, Number 6 came into the kitchen and gave me a hug.
He said to me, “Mommy, thank you for being such a good mommy. I just want to give you a hug.”
I gratefully accepted the squeeze.
And then he said, “I know sometimes we fight and we don’t cooperate and we don’t follow the directions and we aren’t very nice to you, and I’m sorry.”
A big lump formed in my throat.
“I’m going to go outside and play now, Mommy,” he said.
“Thanks for being so nice to me,” he told me.
“You’re a good Mommy.”
He gave me another hug, and then he walked out the door.
And I just wanted to share that story.