Tiffany Miles
Stories (2/0)
Gummy Chronicles
Gummy chronicles: I’m sitting here watching tv and my son yells and grunts from the kitchen. He was eating an Italian sausage and the bun broke. I asked him what was wrong and he told me his bun broke and he hates that. My first instinct was to tell him, well eat it anyway because I’m not wasting a bun. He said “That sucks!” But then the weirdest thing happened. I realized that does suck and I wouldn’t want to be stuck with somebody telling me I couldn’t get another bun. I imagined how I would feel in his situation. I chose to give him some of the power in that moment. I as a parent dont have to have all of the power in the “relationship”. Because that’s exactly what it is, a relationship. Think of how you would feel if somebody you were in a romantic relationship always had all the power. Told you when to eat. What to eat. What to wear. When to bathe. Imagine you rarely ever got to make a decision. Would you enjoy or want to be in that relationship? You could only imagine that type of relationship having a lot of arguing right? Lots of crying and anger? Sound familiar? COMPASSION! I, in that moment, expressed compassion for my child. Compassion that had never been given to me I realized.
By Tiffany Miles3 years ago in Families
Little Black Book
Today feels like the day that the hurricane hits me. I tell myself this everyday while eager with anticipation. Some days are sprinkled with inspiration. I make sure to document those sprinkles, so I can use them later to create the hurricane that I’m longing for. I have a little sprinkle collector that I keep with me always. That little black notebook has seen and heard things that would make your mother blush. I mean, you just never know when the hurricane will come in. I consciously tell myself that I will be receptive to whatever form that inspiration comes in, without getting in its way. I observe everything to see if that inspiration is peeking around the corner. I also have to remind myself that while I’m focusing on what’s peeking, that the inspiration could be walking right past me. Don’t fixate is what I can hear my nana say to me softly. Just be open.
By Tiffany Miles3 years ago in Families