My son feels his emotions with such intensity that, if you’re not careful, you’ll start to feel them as well. When he is sad, you can see his heart breaking. When he is happy, he is on top of the world and I sweartogod you could see that grin from the moon. And when he’s angry? It’s E vs. The World, and The World better watch its back.
He is so much like me in this way, it’s a little unnerving. In many ways, I hope he stays this way and grows to be a man who is honest about and open with him feelings because I believe that is such a refreshing trait in anyone, but especially in a man, a husband and a father.
But at the same time, it scares me for him. As a person who feels everything very strongly, as a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve, I know first hand the heartache that comes with that. Because while the highs are so high and so beautiful, the lows are so very, very low, and dark, and ugly.
And as his mother, that scares me because I want nothing less than for him to hurt… because if he feels like I do, his hurt will cut deep. Even now when he is sad I wish I could take the pain away and heal his little heart. I want him to go through life with a carefree heart and soul… not a heavy one.