He has a firefighter hat on, rubber boots, and he's blasting the dirt in the garden with the hose on jet, talking away to himself. He is covered in mud.
His papa is a firefighter. He got burned on his arm while stoking the fire, camping yesterday. It was almost as though he felt like he was slacking while on the job. He was bummed that he let himself get burned, I think.
He's working some stuff out.
Later, I said to him, "hey there firefighter, will you help me fill up the pool?"
He said, "Don't call me that!"
I didn't mean to be mocking him at all. But that's how it came across to him. Making fun of his serious work.
As parents, we need acutely sensitive antennae, receptive and open wide to see and feel and sense what is happening for them and then to respond consciously. What looks like simple play to us, is often deep and important living to them.
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