Especially mine but on their terms of course.
I don’t know what triggers anxiety and panic attacks with me or my teen, sometimes it just happens.
Last night around 10.30pm I had a tearful, shaking 16year old rush in, jump in my bed and hug me. I held her close and told her I was here, we did breathing in through the nose out through the mouth till she was calm again and I held her till she made a move to go back to her room.
Although these are troubling moments they are also cherishable, it’s not often I get hugs or to comfort her like she is small again.
Cherish every moment the good, bad and ugly. They all teach us and bring us together in different ways. Every second spent with my teen nowadays is a blessing. Soon she will leave the home and make her own way in life.
Keep hugging.
Stop Walking on Egg Shells 