Yesterday before leaving for my studio space, my son had a "moment" that lasted close to an hour. He said things that hurt me to the core, even though he is not yet 7. There was an anger in his actions and words that is something mirrored what is in our country right now. I stuck with him through the entirety of it, because (1) I'm stubborn and (2) he needed to know how loved he is.
When he had been oiled up thoroughly (about 15 drops of Grounding on the top of his head), our tapping had helped his nervous system to settle, and it was over, I asked him if he wanted me to lay down with him on my chest. He didn't know it, but this was so our hearts could get back in rhythm with each other and we could match breathing.
I felt a massive sense of calm as we lay like that for close to 10 minutes. He did too, and he got up laughing and goofy again.
This is the power of communication, of touch, of love.
When I get carried away with stress, I forget the importance of breath and the heartbeat. Yesterday taught me to remember that.