She pulled out her white board. In my experience, breakthroughs come when a therapist pulls out a white board.
Moments before, I’d been unloading all of my feelings on her. I didn’t expect anything to change; I just knew I needed to get the weight of parenting off my chest for a while.
“I love my kids,” I said. “But I can barely handle all of my feelings, much less theirs!”
Our oldest, in particular, had recently started sharing only his negative thoughts with me. He’s nine, so most of them are trivial, but I was struggling to handle his many complaints.