Note: The photos below are from the archives pulled solely to add mood to the post. They have nothing to do with it otherwise
This topic has nothing to do with parenting or babies but it is one that Andrew and I occasionally discuss, so I thought I’d bring it up as food for thought. No lesson or moral here, just some musings.
We are very much into analyzing our feelings. Before Lexi was born, we’d sit there for hours talking about our childhoods, about our emotions, our upbringings, about our inner most feelings, about those hidden emotions we all feel on daily basis without realizing it, about searching for the true feelings behind our actions, etc.
We are all full of emotions. Some can deal with them better than others, some can control them better than others, some feel more, others feel less. Emotions, to me, is a fascinating phenomenon. I love reading about the nature and science of emotion and now that I have a daughter, it has become even more important for me to fully understand how to properly handle children’s emotions as well as control your own, at least in front of them. I am not perfect, but I am learning.
This morning, Andrew and I had this conversation (which is what made me write this post):