The Spiritual Lesson I Learned from Comforting My Son When He Cries

Emotional pain often surfaces unexpectedly, offering a chance to release inner blockages.

During a morning meditation, I encountered intense grief—tight throat, weak arms, and an urge to cry. No thoughts explained these raw feelings, so I embraced them as opportunities for surrender, cleansing my psyche.

Vivid childhood memories emerged: my father’s yells, demanding I suppress tears to appear strong. I saw his wounds, shaped by his mother’s actions, fueling his belief that withholding tears was protection.

In that moment, I realized self-compassion was what I needed. I envisioned embracing my younger self, hiding tears under blankets, offering soothing words of love.

Another memory surfaced: being mocked in an elementary school Olympic math class. The young boy—me—pretended strength while crying inside. I held that younger self, affirming his divine worth, releasing old shame.

In a spontaneous vision, I approached a giant tree, presenting a black orb of pain and limiting beliefs. It dissolved into the treetop, leaving me lighter.

Afterward, I saw how comforting my younger self mirrored comforting my son when he cries. My heart aches for him, feeling his pain as my own, yet I hold the truth that his distress is fleeting. His true essence transcends this small, crying self.

This blend of feeling another’s pain while seeing their higher truth distinguishes compassion from mere sympathy.

My inner child isn’t broken but a soul craving love and acceptance. I can soothe him as I do my son. This taught me that to give is to receive. We’re given children to taste unconditional love, which we can then extend to others and ourselves, allowing love to expand.