My sensitive child, it’s hard sometimes, isn’t it?
The waves of emotions crash over you leaving you gasping for air.
You hear things so acutely, question it all and worry.
You hang back and hold onto my leg, taking it all in.
We might be out and something will set you off in tears, it could be as simple as you just didn’t like the look of something, leaving me wondering and fussing, trying to make it all better.
Sometimes I look at you and it’s like you’ve been here before. I’ll catch a glimpse of an expression that I can’t quite work out. Is it wonder, uncertainty, acceptance even? I’m still learning about you, about how I can support you.
I worry for you, for the ones who don’t understand your sensitive nature and may not give you the time you need to process people, places, scenarios.
I’ve apologised for you in the past and regretted it instantly.
Why do I do that?
I accept you. I hope others do too.
There are many times where I don’t know what’s going on in your head, I can see something is hurting you and I don’t know how to fix it. But maybe that’s just it, I’m not here to fix it, I’m here for you to lean on as you try to understand it. I’m trying to understand it too.
I’ve had tears roll onto your head as yours soak my chest, wondering if I’m doing this all right.
But this is what you need to know when you feel overwhelmed…
My heart belongs to you and nothing will change that.
There was and is no earning it, I simply gave it to you.
Take my heart Dear.
It’s an endless love, one where it’s not measured on what you achieve, but simply who you are.
Who you’re destined to be.
It’s OK to be sensitive, in fact, it’s beautiful.
Yes, it comes with its challenges, and I wish I was more patient sometimes, but I am still in awe of you.
You are wonder-filled and bright eyed, hungry for answers yet daunted by them.
You, my sensitive child are just piecing it all together, like the masterpiece you are.
I will never apologise for that.