Oliver is 6. He sometimes has a fit about something. He hasn't learned the adult way to have a fit; suppression. So sometimes his fits are loud, crazy and really the all around temper tantrum. He told us on his walk to school that there are these bad guys inside his gut that make him do these bad things. My husband told him that, well, there are good guys in there too making him do good things. He agreed. The bad guys are white, he said. And I think the good guys are red.
Balancing out the good and the bad, the red and the white guys inside. Learning to personify our own behaviors. I think I may try that this week. Thinking about my feelings being a part of this family inside me and applying the same tools I use with my family; compassion, love and understanding. Far better than beating myself up for doing things that are just part of me.
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