To my fellow swim team mom, I’m sorry I’m so awkward.
I’m so sorry I yell.. sometimes… often times… okay, a lot of times.
Maybe I’ve been yelling more lately than ever, I don’t really mean to. I don’t mean to get frustrated, you’re just doing what kids do. You’re getting your energy out, you’re not [really] doing anything wrong. Well, except the littles guy throwing a Star Trooper down my stairs and at the piano, nope… not my favorite, that makes me yell-ee.
I just want to take a moment to talk about a post I saw floating around Facebook the other day that said somethings the effect of “this is what happens (school shootings) when we stop beating our kids”
Highly sensitives are aware of Divine truths, without ever having been formally told about them. They see the unseen, they know they unknown, and they put words to things others are afraid to talk about. They speak with irrevocable freedom, and provide instant healing around the mysteries of life, if only you step back and witness this in a way that allows room for these gifts to grow.
I’m the messy mom with the crazy hair
raising kids who “feel too deeply”.
Last weekend was my Grandfather’s funeral. I’m still recovering from this experience. It’s not just about processing the grief for myself. But also, all the ways his passing has impacted my 3 highly sensitive kids.