Broken Beautiful

What do you do as a parent when you’re kid thinks he’s broken?


After three years in school, this is what my son has decided is wrong with him. He’s broken. Specifically, his brain is broken. He can’t concentrate, can’t sit still, can’t tell people what he feels when he feels it, He has heard it from teachers, from coaches, and sadly from his own parents.

It happened again yesterday, his karate teacher, made him feel broken and incapable of learning (the teacher was not cruel or mean, just not a fit). At 8 years old, he doesn’t rebound as quickly as he did a few years ago from such set downs. He’s had such a great summer at camp, and in a few short minutes, the confidence he’s built working with the horses and playing outdoors, was knocked down like house of cards.

I love all three of my precious little humans, but if I have only one goal this school year, it is to rebuild this child’s confidence. We are going to discover all his strengths and use each and every one to help him move forward.

I will remind him of his heart, which is full of compassion

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I will remind him of his imagination (J.K. Rowling watch out)

Each creation played a different tune as it was knocked down..really cool actually

Each creation played a different tune as it was knocked down..really cool actually

 I will ignore the traditional ways of learning if they don’t fit. If he needs to sit inside a desk drawer and juggle in order to learn…that’s cool…and maybe we’ll become YouTube sensations in process.

I will apologize. I’m going to get frustrated. I’m likely to lose my temper from time to time (please, Jesus, help me), but I will breathe, apologize and keep working to find solutions.

I will do whatever I have to do to show my son he is NOT broken. At least no more than the rest of us. Like diamonds, it’s our cracks and imperfections that show our brilliance when they reflect The Light.

Shine on, beautiful.