Eating my lunch in a parking lot before heading into a training on attachment trauma. All I want to do is go home and be with my oldest whom I had to set some firm boundaries with this morning related to his choices. He sobbed in response: sad and angry. I hung out and empathized with his feelings. He
sought out lots of hugs and shared gazing. I realize, as I am sitting here, that I can empthaize but I neednt worry. I can communicate in body, mind and spirit that he is capable of navigating big feelings. I trust you little man.