I  knew it wasn’t easy for him to disappoint someone, especially someone he cared about. Of all of my children, he was the one who struggled with disappointing people the most. He and I were working hard on him being ok with voicing his own needs and desires, even if someone else didn’t like them.

I sat with my eyes closed as I began to shift my awareness from the inner landscape of myself to the outside world and the room I was in. I began to listen for sounds in the room, I could smell the essential oil diffuser that was running. I wasn’t really ready to open my eyes yet so I left them closed.

I smiled gently at her, knowing that the conversation was done. She didn’t need to understand the way that I move through the world or the way that my son does. I understand him, and that’s enough; I don’t need her to.

It was pitch dark, and I couldn’t see anything, but I recognized that my body was searching, almost like my eyes wanted to see the concepts that were landing for me. I could feel my eyes darting back and forth, and as they moved, energy began to awaken in my body.

Seconds after standing, the next wave of contraction came, and she pulled me close to her. I clung to her, and my head gently landed on her shoulder as the wave of contraction washed over my body. It was one of my first experiences of fully letting someone hold me, mostly because I had no choice.

She had severe neck pain which had been present for years, and during the somatic session, it became clear to her that the pain was a way that she was punishing herself. She was punishing herself for being in an environment where she had experienced trauma, punishing herself for not following her intuition and leaving the environment.

“Hey baby, how was your day,” I asked as he hopped into the back seat of the car. 

“Not that great,” he responded as he furrowed his brow.

I looked back at him in the rearview mirror. “What happened, love” I asked. 

“I had to do some testing today and it made me mad” he said, with audible anger in his voice. 

I was cozy in bed with the blankets pulled up tight. I had just crawled into bed when the ticking of the heat turning on started. As I lay there in the silence of the night listening to the ticking of the heat I began thinking about a prior version of me. 

I began thinking about the woman who would lie in bed at night, cold and shaking, and praying that the tick tick of the heat would start. 

Hours later, I was finishing my nighttime routine and getting ready for bed. My phone was on silent, sitting on the headboard. I heard a buzz and knew that someone had texted me, but I wasn’t in a space where I wanted to check my phone. My nervous system was calm, my mind was calm, my body was calm and I wasn’t interested in taking the chance of changing that right before going to sleep. 

There were versions of me who would have tried to prevent her from having the book fall on her and scare her, but this version of me knows that sometimes we need to experience the consequences of our own actions to understand why we shouldn’t do something. So I sat holding my cup of tea, watching what was about to happen.