When she cries uncontrollably it’s like she is saying “Mama, help me. Something is wrong and I don’t know how to fix it.”
And of course we try. Are you hungry? Sleepy? Tummy hurting? Do you need cuddles or perhaps a teether and a bit of Tylenol?
Finally there is a breakthrough. She sniffles, calms, smiles, and returns to herself.
I wonder, does this happen to adults sometimes? I hope we have better understanding and mastery over ourselves than a 7 month old, but perhaps we too have times where everything seems foggy and we know something isn’t right but can’t see how to fix it.
How wonderful are the people who see us when we don’t see ourselves.
Who reach out with a phone call, a meal, a hug. Who offer a kind mirror reflecting back the person we are growing to be. Not perfect but deeply loved.
May we all have someone who will listen when we say, “Please, help me.”
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