Let me set the stage: We are getting ready to sit down to family dinner and my girls are arguing about who gets to sit next to Gwen, the fun toddler. Delaney has decided it is her turn and Deanna starts crying. In her mind, it is not about whose turn it is, it is about the seat that is always hers is now, all of a sudden, without warning, or a discussion, taken away and she has to pivot.
As Deanna is relocating across the table, totally beside herself, Gwen, in her little toddler voice says ever so softly, “Take a breathe DD, take a breathe.” The room gets silent, Deanna stops crying and we all smile. Dinner resumes, all emotions are settled.
It really is that simple, “take a breathe,” when things are spiraling inside, just take a breathe.
