I take a step back in the store and study my child, a third grader. And then, quite suddenly, I know more about myself. Every time I think I am doing something to help someone else, I end up being the beneficiary of some great gift of grace.
Does this happen to you, too?
Sometimes when parents tell me they dream about their child, I offer up that they may want to consider what they themselves were like when they were their child’s current age.
Our children are one of the ways that the Divine continually nudges us forward in the individuation process.
My child’s brain is wildly erratic and he jumps from idea to idea. Adhd? maybe. Gifted? definitely. And when I watch his thinking play out in real-time, I notice so many similarities between him and me. So whatever strategies I am thinking about implementing for him, I also consider trying out for myself.
Has this happened to you- where you thought you were being helpful only to realize you were also being helped?