As I sat in Kitty's therapy waiting for the therapist to come in the room, I leaned my head back on the couch and shut my eyes.
Kitty asked if I was OK.
That doesn't emphasize what a big deal this was.
Kitty (my child with RAD) asked me (an adult caregiver/ Mom) how I was FEELING, and actually cared about the answer!!
Not a casual "How was your day?" or "Hey, how's it goin'?", where you don't actually even listen to the answer, but actually concerned about me!
This had nothing to do with what we talked about in therapy (and dissociated/ flighted away from), which was important stuff about revenge, her brother's teasing and her reaction to it, and her relationships with her friends. Or afterward when she called me boring.
But I'm going to revel in the fact that my daughter actually cared about me for a brief moment.