Noelle Schwantes, LPC-MHSP, NCC
Today Joseph spilled hot oatmeal all over himself. (He’s OK, nothing a little Emprizone couldn’t fix. Click Here if you’d like to order some! It’s pretty miraculous.) He took to screaming randomly during breakfast…it may have had something to do with my focus on finding the perfect pumpkin muffins on my Food Gawker app. And maybe it was the shock of the hot oatmeal given that he’s never experienced extreme heat before, but if you looked at him funny he started crying.
To shake it all off we went outside. It is the perfect autumn day. Crisp, sunny, gorgeous. Joseph enjoyed running around the yard and my heart ached with his preciousness. At some point I started chasing him and when I caught him I’d grab him in a big hug and kiss his neck. We did this over and over. My heart ached again with the cascade of his giggles. After awhile he stopped running away from me and when I gave chase he’d run toward me and those ticklish kisses.
For some reason this incredibly beautiful ache I feel has made me think about all the friends and clients over the years who’s family didn’t see them as precious. Who were ridiculed, shamed, hit, ignored. The clients who have curled up in tears on the floor of my office when they were finally given permission to grieve. When they were told they were precious.
And that’s what I want to say…you who are reading this…you are precious. If the people around you didn’t see it, that’s on them. That’s on the people who didn’t teach them they were precious. It’s not about you.
What I hope for you is that you will throw off the messages that are lies. The messages that came from people too wounded to see you clearly. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Precious beyond measure.