He was sitting at the dining room table when I looked up from the couch.
(His father and I had just committed a serious parenting FAIL.
A cluster **** of a mistake that I lost sleep over.)
I took a breath and listened.
With my whole body to his
Slumped over, head down,
nibbling small bits of his graham crackers,
eyes staring off distantly
shoulders creeping towards his ears,
legs hanging like wet noodles from the chair.
His body was shouting at me.
*I’m in pain Mama.*
We called him over to the couch.
Thus began a discussion where we, as a unit of 3,
A few minutes later he went back to his graham crackers.
I took a breath and listened again.
He sat tall.
Swinging his legs.
Big bites of his crackers.
And then, my body whispered to me:
*I’m so glad you took the time to listen*
(I hope I don’t fail him again….
though I know I will,
so I will just keep listening…it’s all I can do.)