When I pick up Dub from preschool, she always wants to spend time on the playground before we go home. Unless it’s raining, and sometimes even then. Of course, talking her into going home is usually a struggle.
Today, when it was time to go, two of her classmates were leaving at the same time. One of them suggested that they race to the cars, which made leaving more fun. But then there was a miscommunication, leaving Dub feeling like the race wasn’t fair. She melted. Full on freak out.
And I didn’t freak out. I was so proud of myself.
Why didn’t I?
Because I knew that Dub was probably tired and hungry. She’s been sick, and while she’s feeling better, I know that she’s not quite herself yet.
She freaked out, and all I felt was compassion.
For the record, it’s not usually that way.
But I’ve been working on really seeing my kids, really listening to them, when they do things that are annoying. That’s easier to do when I approach the situation with curiosity and compassion.
It feels so much better.