I was at an event and noticed one of the women who was seated a couple of chairs away from me didn’t participate in our conversations with the same enthusiasm as the rest of us. The majority of us had just me, so we were all a bunch of chatter boxes.
When the rest of the women got up to clean up the area I asked if she would stay behind to let me show her my NESTing process.
She readily agreed and I gave her a quick explanation of what I was going to do.
I told her that some parents are the vehicle for their children to work through difficult lessons. I said I wanted her to understand she was providing her son a safe place to learn those lessons and it was in no way a reflection on her as to how those lessons unfolded. He needed her to continue to let him find his own way.
Much to my dismay, she began to cry. I was nervous, more because I had only met her an hour before and she had no idea who I was or I was offering her this information as a healing process.