I find or see these come up once in a while, so I share.
I’ve shared some personal thoughts and events of late. This will be another. Rest assured, I am writing in my little fictional world. Writing has ramped up and I’m in a groove. Creativity is where it was months ago. However, this post is about life and love.
Last night saw some events unfold that awakened a part of me that I had forgot about.
My son and I attended an NBA game (Utah Jazz). It was fun and tense. They lost, which caused elevated emotions. It’s just a game, I tell myself and I did keep my emotions in check. However, my son was frustrated. Visibly. Things took place, words were said, and we both walked to the car frustrated and angry. Thing was, none of it was about the game. In fact, at the time, I didn’t know what was eating at him. I just knew that I was frustrated because he had shut down and wouldn’t talk. Instead, anger and aggression were his avenues.
It wasn’t until we sat in the car in the parking garage, with no where to go, that I finally took the time to talk… and listen. It seems he’d had a traumatic experience earlier in the afternoon. The event took place at a wrestling practice where another boy was injured (later finding out it was likely a broken arm). My son saw it, and it hit him. He told me it was tough to see and feel.
I asked him if he’d talked to his mother about it. He indicated he’d told her of the event, but not how he felt. Here he was, having held all of that in all afternoon and evening, and then it triggered and he released it in frustration. We talked, I listened, and I think he went home feeling better.
As if that wasn’t enough, our ride home was less than enjoyable due to weather conditions. We took it slow, but at one point in the drive, we nearly lost control. For a moment, both of us became tense and I could hear the worry in his voice. I assured him everything would be ok, which it ended up being the case.
Why am I writing all of this? In part to let it out. However, if truth be told, it’s a reminder to never let go of the ones you love. Don’t let anger, aggression and frustration be your last conversation. In that brief moment of losing control, my thoughts grasped hold of that very statement. My son and I had had a frustrating evening, thankfully finding peace. But in that moment I thought, what if we hadn’t and something had happened that left us injured or worse, dead?
Hold dear to the ones you love. Tell them you love them. Listen to them. Hug them. Remind them of their infinite worth and that they are loved. Never let the last words be something you have reason to regret. I’m grateful my son and I are here today to see this through. Others aren’t so lucky and fortunate.
Please hear me. Take a moment and text, call, or message those who you love and mean so much to you. You never know when it may be the last time you see or talk to them.