The other day something else fell on my already overflowing plate. My mind immediately began racing in a million different directions, and I felt my eyes get hot with tears. Practicing slow breathing, I could hear the boys on the other side of the house talking, which was out of character for them. They are usually trying to outdo each other, however this time they were sitting down and actually communicating with each other. Since this just never happens, I got a little concerned. I was trying really hard not to let the boys know how badly things were really bothering me, but evidentially I wasn’t doing a very good job of it. I know that it is a mother’s job is to just handle certain things, and mothers usually handle them in silence. But, I had just reached my limit. My 10-year-old Jamison, came to me and said, “Austin and I have decided that you need to come with us immediately.” I noticed that my youngest son had his most serious and concerned look on his face. He tends to scrunch his eyebrows up forming forehead wrinkles which makes him look worried. This is a certain look that he saves for special circumstances when he wants complete, undivided attention. Austin was on my other side with his gangly teenage arms around my shoulders, “Mom the stress has gotten you. We noticed your eyes are going around and around in circles, and one time it looked like your head might spin around like an owl. This is serious. Come with us.”
They both proceeded to walk me out of the backdoor and straight to the freshly cut carpet grass in our fenced in backyard. They had me take off my shoes, shut my cell phone off, and sit cross legged in the grass. Austin and Jamison both sat down with me and said, “Now take a deep breath.” After they convinced me to take 3 or 4 of those deep cleansing breaths I began to feel much better, and rather little silly for getting so consumed by stress. Austin spoke up and with maturity said, “Mom, it is a beautiful day. The air smells wonderful. You have us. We have you.” Then Jamison piped in, “So, just what do you have to be worried about?”
“Sorry guys, but when it rains, it pours.” I found myself repeating to them as an excuse for my lack of situational coping. Austin squeezed my hand for emphasis and said. “You can hate the rain or you can dance it in.”
My boy’s point was well taken, and that day I learned a valuable lesson from 2 of my greatest teachers.