25/05/2026
I jammed my finger today.
I jammed it so hard it was throbbing with pain and I couldn’t hide it from girls.
My eldest came out of her room because of all the noise I made.
I could feel their concern and I also couldn’t hide my pain.
I asked if they could hug me.
My eldest sat and just quietly stroked my arm.
My youngest sat on the other side and put her hand on my heart.
Together we sat quietly and bit by bit I could feel my nervous system settle.
And as it did, I felt safe enough to let them see me cry.
My eldest got me an ice pack and the littlest said ‘mum does it feel better?’
‘It sure does kiddo, the hugs and the space to sit with my feelings is exactly what I needed’.
And in that moment I was reminded that they did for me exactly what I do for them.
Sometimes I notice how quickly we rush kids through their emotions or how adults jump in with words to fix it or hurry it along. (And yes, sometimes life means you do need to move quickly.)
But today was a reminder: we’re not that different to children.
When we’re hurting, we don’t need perfect words, we need to feel held. Physically or metaphorically.
Because when we feel safe, our emotions can move through us.
This is what it’s like to work with me, a steady space where you don’t have to rush, minimise or hold it all alone. A space where your feelings get to breathe.
What do you think?