My son had a rocky morning – big reactions, small problems – which meant that the whole family had a rocky morning. After I dropped him off at school, his sister and I came home for a fresh start. My request to “please don’t come get me while I’m meditating” was ignored as soon as one Scooby Doo ended and a new one (too scary, mommy) came on. But I came back to Sharon and Day 6 and started again.
Afterwards, thinking about Sharon’s reminder that “it’s just one breath,” I reflected on my reaction to my son’s explosion. Here’s the thing: when he explodes, it becomes about a thousand things. It’s about my fears for his well-being, that we’re on the wrong path with his treatment plan, that his sister will grow up fearful, that our family will never be able to just be happy – that I’ll lose him. But you know what? The explosion? It’s just one thing. It’s because he’s hungry or tired or overstimulated – and YES it’s also because he’s got some needs that we need to address in the years to come, but for today? It’s one thing, and I can handle one thing.
One breath, one thing. Just one.