Shannon Philpott

Writing, Reflecting, Teaching

A Mother’s Intuition: My Kids Know Me the Best

 I’ve always heard about and truly do believe in a mother’s intuition. My mother could always tell when something was wrong based on my tone of voice or my facial expressions, no matter how hard I tried to mask the pain or anguish I was feeling. She just knew something wasn’t right.

 She wasn’t a magician or a superhero – she was a mother.

 Now that I have two children of my own, I have the same gut feeling in my stomach when my daughter’s voice is low or my son turns his head so I won’t see his expressions. As a mother, you feel what your kids feel. You hurt when your kids hurt.

 Ironically, though, I think that we underestimate how much intuition our kids have. Children have a keen sense when it comes to someone they care about. Just as I can detect when my son or daughter has had a bad day at school, my children can sense the same from me.

 As much as I might try to mask my tiring day or a tearful moment, they see right through me. Just the other night, my daughter came up behind me as I was staring at my computer screen and said, “You’re not focused, mom.” She knew I was struggling with a piece I was writing just based on my body language. She knows me too well.

 Today, after I hung up from a stressful phone conversation, my son leaned over and put his hand on my arm. He didn’t have to say anything, but the tears I saw brimming in his eyes, showed me just how much he was feeling what I was feeling. He wanted to take away my hurt – just as I do when he is hurting.

 With such keen senses, children have the ability to understand and comprehend much more than we give them credit. They deserve the credit and the explanations, rather than dismissals that they are “too young to understand.”

 My kids’ senses give me motivation to feed each moment with more happiness than sadness. It starts with me and filters through them.  Just like a mother’s intuition, my happiness will fuel their happiness, just as my happiness fueled my mother’s happiness when I was younger. She detected it – even without superhero powers.

 My children don’t have superhero powers either – just a grand love for their mommy. I hope they can sense how much I treasure it everyday.

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– Shannon Philpott
Blog Entry: Feb. 11, 2010

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1 Comment »

  1. What a cute picture! You did a could job of caritpung the moment. He looks like a natural! You know, his Aunt Jenn is pretty good at drumming on the car console just ask his Uncle Wes. Maybe we could start a band Wes could play guitar, Shannon could play the oboe, and Jacob and I have the drums covered. Maybe you could be the lead singer Noah and Ava could be your back ups

    Comment by Bryan | December 4, 2012 | Reply


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