Witnessing My Child, Remembering Myself

Recently I watch my child as different emotions move through him, like weather passing across the sky.

When anger comes, it comes fully. Kicking, crying, loudness. He says, “Something is controlling me.” And I believe anger is with him which he have no regulation over it yet. It is energy asking to be felt, to be seen, to be released.

When he is shy, or quietly joyful, wanting something, his voice softens. It becomes small, cute, careful a gentle reaching.

When excitement rises, he leads. He becomes cooperative, open, alive. Joy expands him outward.

When peace settles in his body, he cleans. He acts on his own. He understands without being told. Everything moves naturally.

When sadness visits, he softens again. He can speak his feelings. He allows himself to be held by words.

When he is tired, anger arrives more easily not as a flaw, but as a signal: I have no more space to hold this.

I notice his strong defense when he fears being wrong or blamed. He explains. He protects his position. He reaches into the past to justify the present: “Just now it was okay, why not now?”

He knows he has options, and sometimes he tests them, even wasting food, learning where safety and boundaries live.

And I breathe. I see this as emotional development that needs me, as a parent, to guide him to create a balanced system to regulate emotions.

Thank you, myself, for seeing all of this. Because when I see him clearly, I return to myself faster. I soften sooner. I choose presence.

In guiding my son through his emotions, I am also guiding my inner child, the one who once learned to explain, to defend, to be good in order to be loved.

This path of parenting has become my greatest inner child reparenting session.

Life touching life. Breath meeting breath. Healing unfolding quietly, truthfully, one moment at a time.

P.S. Thanks to rebirthing breathwork, my inner journey has allowed me to be fully present, so I can see this today.