Weathering the Storm

Watching hurricane Ian sweep across the state of Florida was hard. It’s hard anytime you see a natural disaster happening and have no ability to stop or change the course of what’s coming.

This storm was especially hard as our family has many loved ones that were in its path. Add a particularly rough work week, and there were moments I felt I was barely able to hold it together (unsure if a good cry and screaming would have helped). Just one of those moments where you know something has got to give.

As a parent you want to shelter your kids from worry or concern. It moments of great stress, it adds more stress if you try to keep it inside. My husband was great. He could see the stress and offered hugs and words of reassurance (everything’s going to be okay) when I needed it. Instead of potentially scaring my boys more by losing my cool (snapping at something small), I let them know I was having a rough week. It was going to be okay, but I was stressed and they could help me just by doing what was asked and cut mom some slack.

They agreed. My youngest now asks us how our work days are at dinner (yikes? Maybe I shared too much😬).

The hurricane is still moving. Many are still in danger. I’m fortunate that our loved ones were spared. So thankful. My oldest knew his grandparents might be effected. He (who normally doesn’t show/share his emotions) texted me (because that’s how he likes to talk to me more often than not 😂) to ask how they were doing. I could tell from all his questions he was stressed at the idea they might not be okay. I reassured him they were fine and encouraged him to text them himself (why do we often get asked to be the messenger?🥰).

How are you weather storms (literal or emotional) that come your way? How are you helping your kid navigate stressful situations?

Freedom

When was the last time you experienced a sense of freedom? Having the house to yourself for a few hours? Or time out of the house by yourself?

My oldest just got his license and can drive on his own (gulp). He worked hard to get the license and is now getting a new sense of freedom.

My first sense of freedom was riding my bike with my friends. I then walked to school (most kids in our neighborhood did, so there were lots of others around, thankfully). I am reminded that being free felt good, not only because I was able to do things away from my parents, but because I had a sense they believed in me and my ability to handle the freedom (though looking back in it I’m sure they worried). It contributed to what I believed I was capable of, and grew my confidence in my independence.

I know I will worry as my son embraces his newfound freedom, but I want him to know I believe in him and his abilities and hope I give him the same confidence that was given to me.

Where is your child experiencing freedom? How are you helping them gain confidence in their independence?