Take some very, very deep and intense work inside the heart of a hurting child.
Mix in one long day of her mother leaving the house to celebrate Mother's Day (thus, taking away all opportunity for child to destroy the day due to trauma triggers and all that is attachment challenges).
Wake to a constant state of battle which has escalated to them "running away" up the hill and screaming "I hate you!"
I have been honing in on my skills of staying quiet and walking away. Today was one of those times they just created the argument and the battle without me. Starting throwing things at windows. Breaking things outside. *engage me, engage me, engage me, engage me*
So, I stepped out with my laptop and coffee. That sent them trucking, which is good. Exercise. Break in the tension. Clearing of the stuck mind.
OH ... they're on her way back down! Must find my loving eyes and get back to work. I can see the regulation in their walk. Gonna' see if we can't kick some more trauma a** today!
The bigger the "stuff" the more they are feeling. I'm not surprised by this at all. They have done MAJOR work. MAJOR. It's scary. And right before Mother's Day. Double whammy.
My kid is actually sitting directly beside me now. They know I'm safe. Must hit "Publish."
Love you guys. In the words of Brenda, "Never, never, never quit."