I have wrestled my son to bed for the night, and am sitting on my own bed, ready to do some work on my laptop computer.
“Mama,” he calls down the hall, “I’m sad.”
“About what?” I ask, trying to determine whether this is just another ploy for a “sleep-over” with me.
“I don’t know,” he says.
“Well, your sadness is just a feeling you’re having. It’s a messenger that has some information for you. What is it trying to tell you?”
After a long pause, he says, “Connor gave me a stick and made me hit Tunji with it.” (Tunji is Connor’s dog.)
“I’m your mother,” I say, “and I know how hard it is to get you to do something you don’t want to do. There’s no way Connor made you hit Tunji.”
“So, you’re feeling sad because you hurt Tunji?” I say.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Tunji forgives you,” I say, knowing that he’s just one tail-wagging ball of love and fogiveness. “Now you need to forgive yourself.”
“How do I do that?” he asks.
“You need to love yourself,” I say.
After a bit, he says, “I still feel sad. Can you tap?”
“Sure,” I say. And after two rounds of tapping, he goes to sleep.
Adrian was born with an instinct to provide and defend by killing, which we don’t really value or create a natural outlet for in the 21st century. Being male, he is the result of thousands of years of natural selection, in which only the best hunters and warriors survived. He loves animals, though, and is often conflicted. One minute he wants to hunt rabbits and deer to provide meat for us, and the next minute, he wants to help a local farmer’s beef cattle escape so they won’t get slaughtered. Sometimes his wires get crossed and he hurts an animal he cares about, such as Tunji.
When Adrian feels sadness and doesn’t know what to do about it, he talks to me. Sometimes, he refers to an undefined jumble of negative emotions as a “clump,” and we sort through it to figure out what he’s feeling and why. This typically happens at bedtime, when he begins to reflect on his day.
Kris Wiltse’s illustrations for the “Sad” card from the Mixed Emotions card deck.