While this was happening, though, I seemed to be withdrawing into my isolated mental safety zone and further away from my husband (and children). I was focused on trying to figure out how to work through this thing between my husband and me.
I didn’t see the change in my relationship with my youngest son because it was so subtle and gradual (and I was dealing with my own stuff, ya know?).
But there it was—one day I looked at my son, who is eleven, and I realized I hadn’t really looked at him, hugged him, or connected with him for several weeks. WEEKS! I’m typically a very connected parent and I work hard to make sure my children feel loved and cared for each day, but in this moment I knew I was further away from my son than I probably ever had been.
Awareness is so powerful, right?