28/01/2026
You can lead a horse to water (or a pony in this case) but you can’t make it drink.
It all started late Saturday night, everyone was in bed when my film was disturbed by the thunderous sounds of small feet on the stairs and a child mid panic-attack bursts into the room.
It took a while to figure out no one had been sick and that she had done something she thought was bad and was panicking about getting in trouble. I made sure it wasn’t serious (and it really wasn’t) and I didn’t need to go to code red and wake the wife up.
Knowing what works, I asked if we should tap (EFT tapping technique) together which she rejected, so after much reassurance and cuddles I guided her back to bed, eventually calming her... we did the usual fist bump and “I’ve got your back Big Girl!” she then closed her teary eyes and drifted off
Throughout the next day waves of sadness would creep over her like a shadow, followed by the tears and I’d always offer tapping which was always rejected. I did my best to the reassure her, with plenty of cuddles, even the promise of cake, always ending with our fist bump and a vague smile would gradually return
But that evening the load just became too much for her to carry and the tears became unstoppable; her crying was so loud we had to change rooms, so we didn’t scare the new baby rats! I started cooking and let the wife have a crack with her mum magic... I heard tapping being offered and rejected again.
Eventually a small voice said, “I'd like to talk to Dad about last night a bit later!”, so me thinking there was probably more to this, we headed to a quiet space.
Once there, the story got longer, the tears carried on flowing and the issue didn’t get any worse, but we weren’t achieving anything. So, as a little pattern interrupt, I said, “you need to decide what help you want as at the moment, we’re doing nothing but going around in circles!”. I could see that beautiful brain of hers start to work and she said, I think I'd like to do some tapping now please Dad.
Without exaggerating, in seconds of starting to tap, I could see the child start smiling again, start relaxing, her entire body becoming at ease, and within two minutes there was just a tiny feeling left... so she asked for my help to pull it out and we placed it on a giant wave, then whooshed it far out of sight.
“Told you I’d got you back big girl!”
Fist bump, cuddle, sorted!
Dinner!