The Gift of Being Seen

There’s a quiet kind of strength in allowing ourselves to fall apart in safe spaces, with safe people.

Lately, I’ve been learning that I don’t always have to be strong. I don’t always have to have the answers. And what a beautiful relief that is.

I cry with my boys now. We sit in the silence together, tears sometimes saying what words can’t. And we laugh too those full-belly laughs that leave you breathless and free. Both moments are sacred. Both moments are real.

Crying and laughing, like the sun and the moon, take their turns. One is not better than the other. They just are. And when we stop resisting the ebb and flow when we allow the tears to fall and the joy to rise we begin to understand something deeper about ourselves: we are alive. Fully, deeply, gloriously alive.

This is what it means to be human. And in those moments, when we are vulnerable, raw, and seen we are also deeply connected.

Let’s give ourselves permission to feel it all.

Dee✨️