Anything But Loneliness
I often have parents come in sharing about how disturbing their child has become:
“He constantly teases his sister”
“She talks to me like I am a nothing”
“He fights me on every decision”
“She wears things that make her look like a…”
And I remind them what I am constantly reminding myself with our own children:
“Strife is better than loneliness”
Creating noise in all of its variations is an act of protest, of hope even, that someone will maybe, just maybe, tune in to the human being that waits anxiously for connection and to finally be seen.
