I Blew Up At My Kid Today

I blew up at my kid today, I screamed deep from my core. I blew up at my kid today, couldn’t hold it anymore. It shook the room to silent,
her eyes were wide and wet. I knew that I had messed up, and filled with deep regret. I took deep breaths in front of her, and hugged her with such love. “I’m sorry for yelling loudly, please forgive what I have done.” We talked things through real slowly, how volcanoes can erupt. How sometimes our emotions, are so intense and abrupt.

Transcript

This meditation I wrote was inspired by a really intense moment I had with my little girl a little while ago and I wrote this poem and I knew I wanted to turn it into a meditation because I felt like there are so many other moms who could relate to this and I just wanted to make sure that you know that I see you, You are not alone, And we all have really low moments that we may not be proud of with our kids but these are always moments that we can learn from and evolve from so I hope you enjoy it. I blew up at my kid today. I screamed deep from my core. I blew up at my kid today. Couldn't hold it anymore. It shook the room to silent. Her eyes were wide and wet. I knew that I had messed up and filled with deep regret. I took deep breaths in front of her and hugged her with such love. I'm sorry for yelling loudly. Please forgive what I have done. We talk things out real slowly. How volcanoes can erupt. How sometimes our emotions are so intense and abrupt. When I felt like the two of us were connected and aligned. I looked inside my heart. There was darkness here to find. I took a deep full breath and asked the universe what was really going on that caused such an outburst. Then I listened with my heart and opened up my ears. My intuition whispered. Right then and there I got clear. I knew just what to do. I leaned upon my people who could guide me through. Layers of pain dissolved. Parts of me were healed. I knew it was time to grow. A better me was revealed. Within our pain there always lies a chance to stretch and grow. As long as we can listen to her voice inside that knows. Namaste, Beautiful.