The World is not Kind to people with Big Emotions.


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My son started responsively smiling when he was two weeks old.

Everything I’d read said that wasn’t possible, but there he was, grinning and drooling at our coos and big eyes. Our pediatrician was astounded and said offhandedly, “He’s one emotional little guy!”

We had no idea how prescient that comment would turn out to be.

As an infant, he tended to ping between laughter and tears. There was very little time in between. Our friends called him Smiley, and I have endless home videos of full-bellied, red-faced laughter. But when he was sad, he was heartbroken—the smallest disappointment cutting him to his core, his wails loud and so, so long.

His was a childhood filled with big emotions and endless antics. Boundary testing and willfulness, practical jokes, hitting and biting phases, hugs so hard they pull people over, hanging on people’s legs, popping out around corners to scare people, uproarious laughter, endless snuggles and big, puckered kisses, tears when games didn’t go his way, tears when he was frustrated, tears when he was sad, and tears when he was embarrassed.

My son’s heart is bigger than his body, and he wears it, unprotected, on his sleeve.

The thing about big emotions is that they’re all big. He’s not just a mischievous handful; he’s also the sweetest, most tenderhearted kid I’ve ever known.

He picks me flowers, he strokes my cheeks, and he holds my hand. He cheers on his sister in anything she does and loves nothing more than to be included in her world. If there’s an open lap, he’s on it, curled into a tiny ball, trying to get as much of his body into contact with ours as he can. Kind words have a near-visible effect on him; you can practically see his body open and shine when he’s praised.

And when he’s in trouble, the anguish and disappointment in his eyes rips my heart apart. He stands, head hanging and shoulders hunched, his own remorse worse than anything I could say, and holds his arms out to me, physically and mentally needing to be hugged and connected again.

My son is now seven. I spend Friday evenings at the local soccer fields, watching him practice cartwheels and occasionally kick the soccer ball. One night, he is playing goalie and someone kicks a ball that bounces off the side of the goal, ricocheting and hitting my son in the head.

I hear his initial “ow!” which, within seconds, has escalated into full-blown yelling and tears. He is screaming at his teammates “Don’t tell me something doesn’t hurt, you don’t know, you don’t get to tell me what hurts, stop laughing at me” while they blink at him, confused by the outburst. He is sitting in the middle of the goal and has brought the entire game to a full stop.

At this I step in, calling him over to me.

He sees me and comes, his face red and furious, tears streaming, and he buries his face in my stomach, trying to hide from the world. The first step, the only step, is to hug him.

I once read a parenting tip about dealing with tantrums, when my son was two and rocking our world. It described emotions as a train passing through a tunnel.

In order to get anywhere, the train has to make it through the tunnel. It doesn’t do any good to somehow stop the train in the middle of the tunnel; it’s hard to do, and even if you are successful, those emotions are still there, mid-mountain, and will eventually have to be cleared one way or another.

So I hold him, this seven-year-old boy with emotions bigger than he is, and we wait for the train to clear the tunnel.

It is exhausting.

Parenting a child with big emotions is mentally and physically exhausting. The days are filled with careful redirections, reminders, firmness balanced with gentleness, compromises, consequences, lessons, explaining, and endless doubt that you are doing anything right.

My husband and I constantly question ourselves.

Should we teach him to be tougher? Should we never raise our voice at all? What is he picking up from us? What should we be demonstrating better?

There is an inclination to wear him down. I don’t know how much of that is society driven—men should be stoic in our society, rarely if ever revealing their tender emotions—and how much of it is my own wish that he were just a little easier, a little calmer, a little quieter.

And then I remember his heart.

His huge, jagged, brand-new heart.

My son loves harder than anyone I’ve ever known. His desire to get things right, to avoid disappointing us, to make us proud, is unending. One morning, I went into his room to remind him that it was school picture day. I didn’t see him in his bed. I didn’t see him in his reading chair. He was hiding on the bottom bunk, fully dressed, a sad, can’t-win expression in his chocolate brown eyes.

“I just want one morning,” he told me, “where I do all the things right all on my own without you having to tell me so that you’ll be surprised and so happy.” I had come into his room too soon, and he hadn’t had time to make his bed, or brush his teeth, or have breakfast, or pack his backpack—all the things he’d listed out in his mind as steps to complete to pull off the surprise.

No matter how many times he fails, he is still trying to get it right.

The world is not kind to people like my son. People are uncomfortable with big emotions. In a society obsessed with perfection and efficiency, kids who don’t fall in lockstep with everyone else throw bumps into the smooth progress of the day. He will be constantly told, from all sides, that he is too much. The machinery of society will grind him down. His rough edges will become smoother, and the towering heights of his highs and lows will erode, worn away into something more linear.

I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. The process of maturing from child to adult wears us all down, teaches us all about self-management and behavioral expectations.

But this is what I remember when I think, every night, about how best to parent my son: the world will tell him he’s too much. The world will show him the preferred box he’s supposed to fit into, and he will be too big for it, and he will have to find a way to make himself smaller.

The world will do these things, but I will not.

I will not tell my son he’s too much. In me, he will have a space to come and be as big as he needs to be. I will teach him about empathy and kindness. I will teach him to be aware of how his actions and words impact others. I will teach him strategies to self-regulate. And I will teach him that emotion is powerful and wonderful, and that tears are just as okay for boys as they are for girls.

I will teach my son that all people are different, and that it’s our differences that make our world as varied and unique as it is. I will teach my son tolerance, and I will teach him that his accepting, too-tight embrace should include himself.


author: Kelly Chausovsky

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Editor: Catherine Monkman


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Kelly Chausovsky

Kelly Chausovsky is a recovering English teacher who still believes words can heal the world. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband, two kids, and two geriatric, grumpy cats. She enjoys spending time outside, jumping first and asking questions later, and personifying the heart-eyes emoji. You can follow her photography on Instagram and her written word at her website.

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frichan Jan 12, 2019 9:16am

Lovely piece. I don’t have children, but know many adults who have not had the understanding they needed. Your son is so fortunate to have you and will be just fine – and a fine man.

clarensam Jan 7, 2019 2:54am

This is my son……he is now 13. I have allowed him to demonstrate the emotions that I have suppressed all my life. I agree with you 100 percent. Besides isn’t it healthier to acknowledge emotions than ignore them?

starlenef Jan 6, 2019 8:24pm

OMG!!! You’ve just described my 7 year old son too!!!
It is hard for these, especially boys as you said because they’re supposed to be a certain way to society…

Rebecca Pistiner Nov 18, 2018 1:49pm

I have one too. He’s 28 now and his emotions are still too big. What a lifelong challenge we face. Mine are too. Thank you for sharing.

Angelica Baca Nov 17, 2018 9:51pm

This is absolutely Beautiful! We need more men in our world like your little guy. 20+years from now can we match your son with my niece?? lol I want her to experience a man who is ok with embracing his emotions.

Megan Walrod Nov 15, 2018 4:09am

Beautiful. What a gift>>> this was my favorite, "I will not tell my son he’s too much. In me, he will have a space to come and be as big as he needs to be." <3

Kelly Chausovsky Nov 15, 2018 12:02am

Thank you so much, Consuelo!

Kelly Chausovsky Nov 15, 2018 12:01am

I'm so very glad this connected with you and gave you some comfort with yourself! <3

Erika Teguns Nov 14, 2018 11:55pm

Your doing everything right honey. Just look at it this way. He is going to be a fabulous husband day and will be intune with his wife’s sensitivity, probably why you married your husband.

Consuelo Patterson Oct 22, 2018 1:57am


Judy Coleman Oct 20, 2018 5:03pm

I see myself so much in this. Thank you for explaining it so well. Having a bit of a time with a new relationship and questioning myself. This helps me understand things better. 😍

Kelly Chausovsky Oct 15, 2018 7:39pm

Absolutely! So glad this resonated with you!

Kelly Chausovsky Oct 15, 2018 7:38pm

Thank you! We big feelers need the open arms of the world. I appreciate you!

Kelly Chausovsky Oct 15, 2018 7:38pm

Thank you! I'm so glad you connected with this piece!

Kelly Chausovsky Oct 15, 2018 7:37pm

Thank you for connecting to this piece so deeply! I'm sorry to hear your son's experiences with those who didn't honor his big emotions, but I am so glad to hear that he had and still has you, a safe place always. From mother to mother, I honor you!

Kelly Chausovsky Oct 15, 2018 7:36pm

Thanks so much!

Kelly Chausovsky Oct 15, 2018 7:34pm

Thank you so much! I'm so glad this connected with you! Here's to wonderul seven-yr-olds!

Carol Ward Oct 15, 2018 6:37pm

Too much means more than enough. <3 Love from a fellow big feeler.

Alecs Alecs Oct 14, 2018 3:07pm

Awww, Kelly, how sweet. I raised a boy on my own and I was blessed by how emotionally stable he was/is although, at times, OK often, I wished he'd allow his emotions to express themeselves freely which he now does (he's thirty), exclusively with me -- I'm honoured. He also has a huge heart, there's no need to critisise him as he will already have done that himself, praise makes his smile light up the world, and he can't cope hearing that I'm now well. It's a long but worthy road. You know one thing that could help? A very professional Astrological Natal Chart reading! Should you ever want to look into that, I'd suggest Elsa both for her expertise and her very reasonable rates: By the way, our kids turn out just fine, it's the little rats ones that get into trouble ;-)

Louise McClinton Oct 14, 2018 12:25pm

Wow this is powerful. You are not too much for me.

Hannah Moreno Oct 14, 2018 12:28am

Omg - I 100% relate to your son. You just described me perfectly hehe life is very rich with such large emotions, but wow.... it can be so insanely challenging also! You are right that the first step is always a cuddle and just to sit with him within the big emotions x

Deb Johnson Oct 13, 2018 1:55pm

Oh my son....... my big beautiful boy who's now a man. Thank you for sharing your story. My son has the same big beautiful heart as yours. His father was not kind to him growing up, nor were his teachers. These human souls need our support and the rest of the population needs to understand them. Educate yourself. They are who they are and we can learn so much from them. My son and I share this gift. I would not change it for anything. Love and prayers!! xo

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Sharon Humphreys Oct 13, 2018 5:29am

Awesome!! Good onya!!💖

Khara-Jade Warren Oct 12, 2018 2:09pm

So beautiful! My seven-year-old sounds a lot like yours and you sound like you're doing an amazing job at being your boy's mama. <3

Kelly Chausovsky Oct 11, 2018 5:39pm

It's a big heart to protect! Parenthood is constantly surprising and challenging and so, so rewarding. I'm so glad you connected with this! <3

Melissa Baker Oct 11, 2018 4:09pm

Yes! Love and nurture his precious big heart. Love this and I can feel good warmth and unconditional love. What a lucky boy.