My mother was strong as a rock when I was growing up. I was never afraid of anything, any one, any situation, because she was always in control. She held it together for us when she needed to.
When I get anxious and scared, I will and show I’m afraid and it makes my son afraid too. He has dangerous allergies and when he is having another skin reaction, I usually start crying while caring for him and I realized that seeing me react like that does not make him feel safe. He needs me to be strong, to tell to make things ok – not to see me crumble down.
I have to be strong for him.
