Hello, Hiveans!
Good time of the day to you!
There are moments in life when, regardless of age, status, or opportunities, every person faces something insurmountable, something that is beyond his or her control.
Usually, the first reaction is to keep trying and trying. To bang your head against the wall or to make countless unsuccessful attempts.
After so many active and futile efforts, exhaustion and apathy usually set in.
These two feelings merge into one - a feeling of helplessness.
It sounds scary and threatening... At first glance.
Helplessness is nothing more than a point at which we are forced to give up.
Not to give up at the first sign of difficulty, but to give up after many efforts.
In this state of forced rest, in the confusion of feelings and emotions that are at their peak, we can do two things:
This realization opens up a new understanding of what is happening in our lives. And with this knowledge, we become more tolerant of what we cannot change.
I vividly felt this over the past three days.
My two-year-old daughter Mirabel got sick.
A child's cold, as it happens. Nothing serious.
But the high temperature caused significant changes in my child's behavior.
Always cheerful and lively, active and talkative, she still showed a lively interest in the world around her, but her eyes looked tired, her facial features were relaxed, and there was such a deep thoughtfulness in her appearance that I felt the deep reflective process that was happening inside her.
I belive many parents have noticed how small children with high temperatures become serious and look somewhat grown-up.
Those who already speak, talk a lot out loud, sometimes even talk in their sleep.
I think this is because high temperature tires the child's body and does not allow them to show active interest in the surrounding world.
But psychologically, the high child activity does not disappear anywhere if the illness does not affect vital functions.
And then the research is directed towards the inner world, assimilating and integrating the child's impressions obtained during active exploration of the world.
That is why during feverish delirium, you can hear everything: from what the child saw to what they heard, and all mixed together.
My thought was confirmed yesterday morning.
When Mirabel woke up, I came into her room, we wished each other good morning and measured the temperature - 38.3.
And then Mirabel asked me to leave the room. I asked if she wanted to listen to a story, but my daughter refused.
It was the first time.
For two and a half hours, my two-year-old daughter lay in her crib with her eyes open. Sometimes silently, sometimes telling something from familiar verses or fairy tales.
I was amazed at how temperature, as a natural reaction of the body, skillfully managed to calm and "stop" my child, while not depriving her of the opportunity to continue her development, and even in such an important direction as understanding herself!
Throughout her illness, I saw how she tried to take a comfortable position for her body, which was breaking from the temperature, and at the same time did not act capricious or whiny...
My mother's heart squeezed even stronger from this courage.
And it was precisely the understanding of the inevitability and necessity of this process for Mirabel's body, and the acceptance of the fact that I could not alleviate it at this stage (except for periodic rubbing), understanding that she had to go through this, allowed me to surrender to this situation and relax.
And so I freed up my strength for contact with my daughter and taking care of her in a good, positive mood. Which was conveyed to her, like to any child, through invisible Mother's umbilical cord.
Childhood temperature teaches us to surrender.
Children - to the physiological necessity to stop and rest, and parents - to the need to be together not in anxiety and fuss, but with calm confidence that "what does not kill us, makes us stronger."
Thank you for your attention!
For the benefits of all living beings!
Ksu' for you.
