This morning, hubby went on an early morning bike ride with the dad. Jake and I greeted them at our doorstep and as we were talking, Jake had his arms around me. As the dad said goodbye, he whispered cryptically out his window at me. "Just remember, it's not your stress."
I was surprised and flabbergasted at the unexpected comment. He had obviously overheard my phone conversation with hubby on their ride home. I knew exactly what he was talking about without his having to say a word more. And it's profound, come to think of it.
What is going on with Jake is HIS stress. And I have to remember that. I am here to help him and do anything and everything I can to help him, but it helps no one for me to internalize his stress as my own. It's his stress.