There are things we do because of
the way we are, not in spite of them.
Near the end of 2006 I suffered
my second miscarriage. I’d had caring
family and friends come by; offering condolences, wrapping me in big hugs,
offering words of sympathy and encouragement, and bringing flowers and goodies. All well-meaning, and all appreciated.
In the evening as I was sitting alone on my bed
quietly grieving, my then 6 year old son, Clint, came into the room. He climbed gently onto the bed and took my
hand. He had an aura of peace and
concern; and as he sat silently holding my hand, tears trickled down my
cheeks. We sat there together for
several long minutes, holding hands, in the quiet. He was not uncomfortable with the silence or
my falling tears. He didn’t even ask any
questions. He simply understood. He
knew that sometimes there are no words; and that's ok, there needn't be
any. His intuitive, introverted temperament allowed him to just be with me
in that moment and it healed me more than any spoken word. After a
few minutes more I whispered “thank you,” he nodded purposefully, climbed off
the bed and left the room. I smiled and shook my head.
It was
pure genius.
YES! Children are as centered as Zen masters, and know how to simply be with a person in pain, not try to fix it, not make uncomfortable comments......what a lovely boy he is. I am so sorry you went through that, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteSo right, and some kids especially are so attuned to such things. He is really a special boy. Thanks so much Sherry.
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