I wrote this a week ago to try to see things in my son’s view. Maybe it can help someone else. I was trying to think of how he feels when he gets anxious, upset, angry, uneasy, so many different emotions that maybe we don’t look at as adults. Sometimes we may feel like they are too young to feel what they feel, or maybe we don’t take into consideration that they are just kids and they cannot interpret or process things the way we do.
Let me know what you think..
There’s a monster in my belly And he really wants to come out.
I tell him he has to stay in there but then he starts to wiggle.
Sometimes he escapes when I feel a little nervous.
I count to 10 and breathe into my belly and out of my mouth to put him back in.
He doesn’t like to go back into my belly, but I know he’s safe in there.
Sometimes he gets loose when I have to try new things.
I try to keep him inside but new things make me a little worried.
When he gets out he can be loud.
Sometimes he throws things.
I really wish he didn’t do that.
The monster in my belly makes it hard for me to sit still, especially when he is mad.
I can’t always keep him in when I need to sit still for a long time.
Sometimes my body starts to race and I have to get up and move.
The monster in my belly says it’s ok even when I know it’s not.
The monster in my belly makes me feel a little different than all the other kids.
I know we are all made different and that’s ok, but I wonder if the other kids have a monster in their bellies.
Sometimes I talk with adults about the monster in my belly.
They tell me it’s ok to let him out sometimes, but I have to learn to make him play nice.
I have to say nice things to him.
I have to learn to breathe when he gets upset.
I have to make sure that the monster in my belly listens to everything going on around. The older I get, the easier it is to tame the monster in my belly.
I know he’s always there, but I have to learn to work with him and teach him how to play nice.
Listening to my mom and dad and my teachers helps.
I know they don’t always know how the monster in my belly is making me feel, but they do try.
When I get mad, the monster in my belly gets mad.
When I get sad, the monster in my belly gets sad.
When I get hungry, the monster in my belly gets REALLY Hungry.
I need to listen to the monster in my belly to make sure he gets what he needs to stay inside.
Sometimes tight hugs help me feel good and keep him happy.
Sometimes good healthy food makes his belly happy, mom says it’s good for me too. Sometimes I just need a little quiet time to myself to calm the monster in my belly.
I guess it’s not a bad thing to have a monster in my belly.
He’s a part of me. I think I will name him Henry.
I don’t always like you Henry, but mom says we all have a little monster inside and it’s ok. If mom says you can stay, I guess you can stay.