Earlier this month, I had a really rough day. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, did go wrong. I know many of you can relate to one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. Later that evening, I was talking to my family on the phone about my rough day and I began to cry. My son, Romeo, walked in and saw me crying and immediately gave me a hug and asked, “What’s wrong?” I told him nothing and asked him to go back to his room to play.
I didn’t want him to see me cry. I didn’t want him to see me as weak. I just wanted him to be his happy joyful self and see his mom as this strong independent woman.
But, little did I know that this moment was a very important teaching experience that I missed.
One morning, about a week later, Romeo was sitting on the floor in the middle of his room and began to cry. I had no idea what was going on as we were just getting ready to head out for work and school. I asked him what’s wrong and he didn’t say anything. I repeatedly asked him over and over and he finally answered and said “Nothing. I’m fine. It’s okay.”
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