“I may not instruct, love, or exhibit anything flawlessly, yet I will permit you to see me, and I will always cherish the precious gift of truly witnessing you—genuinely, profoundly, witnessing you.” ~Brené Brown
The first occasion my children witnessed me genuinely cry was during Christmas of 2021. My eldest was sixteen, and my youngest was twelve.
They had just unwrapped their gifts. It was supposed to be a warm, cheerful morning. Instead, I turned away towards the hallway near the front of the house, my back to them, as tears threatened to spill. My mother—whose emotional turmoil had disrupted a significant portion of my life—was in a psychiatric facility once more. Her mental health had deteriorated again, and the sorrow of it all, the recurrence, the helplessness, finally overwhelmed me.
I had spent years attempting to keep my suffering hidden. I thought I could conceal it yet again. But this time, I couldn’t.
Both of my kids inquired, “Are you okay?”
I murmured, “I’m fine,” even as the tears streamed down my face.
Then something unforeseen occurred. They both approached me and enveloped me in an embrace. No fear. No confusion. Just love. Pure and unwavering.
That moment initiated a process of unraveling within me. What I encountered was tenderness. My children were not overwhelmed by my sorrow. They merely responded to it. In that instant, something old began to break: the belief that my pain was perilous to those I cherished most.
I had spent so much time trying not to mirror my mother. I always felt accountable for her emotions and well-being, and I never wanted my own children to feel burdened as I had. Yet in my fervent efforts to avoid repeating the past, I kept my emotional core tightly guarded when sadness enveloped me.
I believed I was safeguarding them.
What I failed to understand back then was that my children didn’t require protection from my humanity. They needed a connection to it.
In late 2023, my younger child made a remark that revealed my attempts at hiding weren’t truly effective.
“You’re the sad one,” he remarked, “and Dad is the mad one.”
The reality stung, but I recognized he wasn’t being unkind. He was merely articulating what he observed.
And he wasn’t mistaken.
After that Christmas, I reverted to suppressing everything and trying to minimize the visibility of my sorrow. But even in the absence of tears, my son had continued to perceive my sadness over the years—through my mother’s struggles, through unvoiced losses I carried, through burdens I assumed I had kept to myself.
Of course, he sensed it. Perhaps it was in my demeanor or energy, in the heaviness etched on my face, in the instances when I would stare off blankly, or in the moments when he had to repeatedly call my name before I returned to the present. He often asked, “Are you okay, Mommy?” He sensed something was amiss.
That was when I understood there was no value in concealing my inner world if my children could already feel it without uttering a word.
Children are remarkably perceptive. Even without the vocabulary, they can sense what is occurring. They pick up on tension, sadness, distance, and strain long before someone explains it to them. When we feign that everything is perfect, they still feel that something is off.
What I began to grasp is that without context, they were left to derive meaning from their feelings. They might conclude that my sadness had something to do with them or that it was something they needed to remedy.
However, when I started offering them enough truth—without offloading trauma, without imposing on them what was mine—they were better positioned not to internalize what they were sensing. They could comprehend that I had feelings, that those feelings were valid and human, and that those feelings were not their fault.
I also began to recognize something else more clearly: my children had always regarded me as strong, self-sufficient, and capable, the one who managed affairs and took care of what needed attention. Because I did not allow them to see what I saw as weakness, I never truly provided them the opportunity to understand this too: I experience feelings. My feelings are valid as well. Not just theirs.
As I began to share more of my emotional landscape in age-appropriate manners, my children became more considerate and thoughtful. Not because they bore responsibility for me, but because they could understand me more completely.
What struck me most was the realization that the very experience I had felt as a child—being unnoticed—was something I was unknowingly repeating with my own children. Not in the same manner, but in a similar emotional pattern.
How could they truly perceive me if I never allowed them to know anything about what was transpiring within me? How could we forge a genuine connection if I only allowed them to engage with my strength, competence, and composure while concealing the deeper facets of my emotional world?
By 2026, a transformation began to take shape, but not swiftly and not coincidentally. It came after years of therapy, introspection, and gradually recognizing how frequently I still suppressed my feelings—pushing them down, swallowing hard, retreating to my bedroom to hide them, attempting to regain my composure before anyone observed. Gradually, I ceased that behavior more often. I cried more freely. I let more of myself be seen.
My youngest son, who is autistic and closely connected to me, initially found it challenging to know how to respond when I began to let my tears surface more frequently. A few months ago, while I was crying, he said, “I want to make you feel better, but I don’t know how.”
I responded, “You don’t need to fix anything. Just allow me to be me, and I’ll allow you to be you. That’s the best gift we can offer each other.”
Following that, I sensed his awkwardness transitioning into acceptance.
A little later, while landing in Houston after a trip to Canada, tears began to flow again. I didn’t want to return. That place no longer feels like home to me. Without uttering a word, my son encircled me with his arms and held me while I cried.
After a few moments, I exhaled and said, “Thank you. I feel better now.”
However, it was the moment in the car that resonated with me the most.
<pApproximately a month later, I found myself crying again while driving. A song played on the radio that reminded me of someone I missed, and the sadness surged swiftly. He was beside me, and I said, “I’m alright, sweetheart. The song simply reminds me of someone and makes me sad. I just need to release it, and then I’ll be okay.”
Even then, I still felt self-conscious. A part of me still worried he might judge me.
Instead, he said something that utterly astonished me.
“I wish I could cry like that,” he stated. “You’re strong.”
I chuckled lightly and said, “I understand, sweetheart. We’ll get you crying again eventually.”
I meant it gently, but I also realized in that moment that he had absorbed some of the same lessons many boys learn early on—that tears are suppressed, that feelings become ensnared, that crying is something to resist. And I understood he had acquired some of that from what both his dad and I had exemplified. It would require time to unlearn.
That moment stayed with me because it illustrated how differently he perceived my tears than I had always viewed them myself.
For much of my life, I equated crying with weakness. I thought strength meant suppressing everything, maintaining composure, persevering, and concealing the hard parts. But through my son’s perspective, I witnessed something distinct. He did not view my tears as a failure. He saw bravery in them.
That moment ignited another dialogue between us. He expressed that he could no longer cry. He conveyed that it always felt stuck in his throat. He could sense it, yet it wouldn’t emerge. He mentioned that the last moment he had truly cried was when he was thirteen.
I then reflected on how much energy so many of us expend trying not to face what is already present.
For years, I believed being a good parent meant being unshakeable. I thought strength meant shielding my children from witnessing my grief, my overwhelm, my tenderness, and my breaking points.
Now I believe children require authenticity more than performance. They need to realize that difficult emotions can be felt without becoming hazardous, that sadness can flow through a space without becoming their responsibility, and that love does not vanish when life becomes challenging.
I once believed my tears would render my children less safe.
What I understand now is that when those tears are held with honesty and care, they can impart something powerful: that being thoroughly human is not weakness, and connection often deepens the moment we cease pretending we are devoid of emotions.
About Allison Briggs
Allison Jeanette Briggs is a therapist, author, and speaker specializing in aiding women in recovering from codependency, childhood trauma, and emotional neglect. She integrates psychological insight with spiritual depth to guide clients and readers towards self-trust, setting boundaries, and authentic connections. Allison is the author of the forthcoming memoir On Being Real: Healing the Codependent Heart of a Woman and shares reflections on healing, resilience, and inner freedom at on-being-real.com.
**The Advantages of Allowing Children to Witness Parental Sadness Post Years of Concealment**
In modern parenting, there is an increasing acknowledgment of the significance of emotional authenticity in family relationships. For years, many parents have felt the need to shield their children from sadness, believing it to be their duty to uphold a facade of constant happiness. However, recent insights into emotional development indicate that permitting children to witness parental sadness can yield substantial benefits for their emotional intelligence, resilience, and overall well-being.
**1. Normalizing Emotions**
One of the foremost advantages of exposing children to parental sadness is the normalization of a diverse range of emotions. When children observe their parents experiencing sadness, they learn that it is a natural and acceptable aspect of life. This understanding aids in dismantling the stigma surrounding negative emotions, nurturing a more balanced emotional environment. Children who observe their parents navigating sadness are more likely to express their feelings openly, minimizing the chances of emotional suppression.
**2. Enhancing Empathy and Compassion**
Observing a parent’s sadness can foster empathy and compassion in children. As they witness their parents’ struggles, children learn to acknowledge and validate the emotions of others. This experience can enhance their ability to connect with peers and develop meaningful relationships. Empathy is an essential skill that contributes to social cohesion and emotional support, making it crucial for healthy interpersonal interactions.
**3. Teaching Coping Mechanisms**
When parents openly share their sadness, they have the chance to model effective coping strategies. Children can learn how to process complex emotions through observation. Parents can demonstrate healthy coping methods, such as discussing feelings, seeking support, or engaging in self-care practices. This modeling equips children with practical tools they can apply in their lives when confronted with emotional challenges.
**4. Fostering Resilience**
Experiencing and witnessing sadness can bolster resilience in children. By recognizing that sadness is a transient state and can be managed, children learn to navigate their emotional fluctuations. This resilience is vital for meeting life’s inevitable challenges, assisting children in developing a growth mindset that endorses perseverance and adaptability.
**5. Strengthening Parent-Child Bonds**
Sharing emotions can reinforce the connection between parents and children. When parents allow their children to witness their vulnerabilities, it fosters an environment of trust and openness. Children may feel more at ease sharing their own feelings, leading to deeper conversations and a stronger emotional bond. This transparency cultivates a supportive family atmosphere where all members feel valued and understood.
**6. Encouraging Authenticity**
Allowing children to observe parental sadness promotes authenticity within the family unit. It instructs children that it’s acceptable to be imperfect and that everyone encounters challenging moments. This authenticity can cultivate a more genuine family dynamic, where members feel free to express their true selves without fear of judgment. Such an environment nurtures personal development and self-acceptance.
**7. Preparing for Life’s Challenges**
Life is filled with ups and downs, and children exposed to parental sadness are better equipped to tackle their own challenges. By recognizing that sadness is a part of life, children can approach difficult situations with a more realistic outlook. This preparation aides them in navigating future adversities with greater confidence and emotional stability.
**Conclusion**
In summary, allowing children to witness parental sadness can yield numerous benefits that enhance their emotional and social development. By normalizing emotions, enhancing empathy, teaching coping strategies, fostering resilience, strengthening bonds, promoting authenticity, and preparing for life’s challenges, parents can create a nurturing environment that bolsters their children’s growth. Embracing emotional honesty not only benefits children, but also fosters healthier family dynamics, paving the way for a more emotionally intelligent future generation.
