The other day I was grocery shopping and felt the familiar humm at the back of my head.
Too much fluorescent light, too many people and too many questions from my kids. I had hit overload and my head started to pound.
I felt myself start to get frustrated and want to rush my way out of this self imposed version of hell. I was thirsty and my kids wouldn't stop asking me questions. I was shutting down.
Then once they had pushed me to my limit, my little teachers, mirroring the exact state I was in, I stopped took a breath and got honest with them.
Instead of asking them to stop doing how I was feeling, I shared with them how I was feeling and the most miraculous thing happened.
They became calm too and wanted to help me to feel better. My four year old wanted to make me tea, and my blessed daughter told me "everything would be okay" and that she would " take care of things when we got home."
I was amazed to be blessed in this moment. To show my vulnerability and to have it shown right back to me.
Their light shining, to show me that they are here for me too. It is amazing when your children give back in such a pure and honest way.
I enjoyed that cup of tea very much knowing a beautiful moment had just opened up to me.