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We visited Sarah Island, a place which in 1833 was turned into one of the most remote convict settlements in Tasmania. The energy there felt very heavy. We stood in front of some remaining ruins of the buildings and read a few facts about them. Marcel kept asking questions and couldn\u2019t understand why people behaved in such a non-loving way on the island. Then I noticed that Wiktor had been standing a few meters away from us, just looking somewhere. I looked at him and immediately knew that he was feeling sad. I asked him,<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he said, with a look on his face that wasn\u2019t okay for me.<\/p>\n
I opened my arms and asked,<\/p>\n
\u201cHug?\u201d<\/p>\n
And we hugged for a minute or so. But then he added,<\/p>\n
\u201cMum, you know, I don\u2019t like when you keep asking me if I\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
And finally, it hit me. He indeed never liked it when I asked him if he was okay in such scenarios, when a mother can sense that something is stirring in her child\u2014those feelings that we, as adults, prefer to avoid.<\/p>\n
Whenever Wiktor felt them, he felt them, and he was okay.<\/p>\n
But me? I didn\u2019t want to feel those sensations in my body! Even more, I didn\u2019t want my child to feel them and suffer! I unconsciously wanted to protect him from feeling \u201cbad.\u201d I felt this friction with him always whenever I asked in similar situations \u201cAre you okay?\u201d but I never knew how to be a support for him. Once he ultimately spoke to me, it got me that he wasn\u2019t suffering. I was creating the suffering for him with my worrying if he was okay. I felt it deeply in that moment that all the sensations and emotions are okay, and that he wasn\u2019t judging them at all like I\u2019ve been doing nearly all my life until I became conscious about it and started working on myself. He was embracing them all, allowing them to pass through his body. He showed me his strength, not his weakness.<\/p>\n
I thanked him for saying that to me, and I promised to change.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I only hug you in those kinds of situations?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you can hug me, but without asking,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, I will just hug you.\u201d<\/p>\n
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