milestone madness: mommy + daddy are not my best friends

my on-the-brink-of-four-year-old child just told me (threatened, was it?) that i would not be his best friend if i didn’t let him have ice cream for breakfast!

he wasn’t mean about it. but he was as sincere as a little one who’s coming to understand the “suchness” of friendship could be. he really wanted that statement to mean something to me.

i held back the laughter. (the ridiculousness of it all: K is cute and funny when he pouts and rationalizes; he’s persistent in his requests for sweet snacks at inappropriate times; we have this debate several times a day!)

i then probed deeper, talking with K about feeling sad or mad or disappointed at not getting what he likes when he wants it. i asked him what it meant that i’m not his best friend. but he’d already changed his mind, climbing into my arms for a hug.

here begins another teaching moment for the family in patience, fairness, friendship, teamwork and kindness. always exhaling…to invite mindfulness to the madness.

Author: t scott-miller

ancestor-guided. liberation-minded. curator × co-conspirator of safe(r) sacred space × soul care × liberation × legacy work. teacher of contemplative tools to cultivate embodied self-awareness, healing + transformation. facilitator × spiritual director of spiritual inquiry × discernment × accountability. creator of digital spaces: tscottmiller.com | radicalbodhicitta.com | dhamma4mama.com | 3jewelsyoga.com

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