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That Feeling It’s December, and everyone’s talking about fresh starts and new year, new you, and…

That Feeling You know that moment when you’re mid-sentence, fully animated, hands gesturing wildly as you…

On certain days, I experience a sense of automatism. I wake up, get moving, and by the end of the day, I’ve crossed off a million boxes of unfinished tasks. There’s always more to do. There’s always someone depending on me. And yet, somehow, I’m still tired—not from action, but from carrying the weight of everyone else’s world while trying to keep my own afloat.

Parenting in these moments feels like trying to read emotions through foggy glass. You reach out, but the reflection looking back doesn’t always understand your language of love.

And yet, I remind myself: I am not just the teacher here—I’m also the student. Every meltdown, every misunderstanding, and every quiet drive home is a lesson in patience, humility, and repair.

My son’s emotions are like a tornado storm. When he gets overwhelmed, he can’t think clearly, hold a conversation, or express himself calmly—screaming and the need to fight are all he can do in the moment. Only after the storm passes does he tell me, “I’m upset because I’m hungry, someone picked on me, or I didn’t get to play on the swing.” That’s when it hits me: behaviors we see can become so ingrained so easily, and changing my own reactions has been just as challenging as helping him navigate his feelings.

This post grew out of a book I was reading about Hinduism. I had been curious about how religions shaped narratives of human development, and that’s when I first came across Tridaśamukha Avalokiteśvara, the Thirteen-Faced Bodhisattva. At first, I was simply fascinated by the idea of thirteen different emotions. After all, most of us grow up believing we only have a handful—fear, joy, anger, love, hope, and grief. However, when I paused to imagine the many emotions we rarely recognize, I realized what a waste it is to overlook them. Therefore, this post is my reflection on discovering what we have not yet seen.

  I’m really glad you’re here with me—with all my rough edges and imperfect self. I…