See one. Do one. Teach one. Days Eighty-Three -Eighty-Four

My son struggles because he is an artist. My son is an artist because he struggles. How I know that temperament, how I know the dejection from rejection, the absolute conviction that it has all been a giant waste of time. Can meditation help with this kind of anxiety? Maybe not, but like chicken soup, it can't hurt. I am a Jewish mother and this philosophy is relevant in all matters.

We go through the breathing technique, then I repeat the words Lee uses to guide me through the meditation. I feel silly, but I do it anyway. It has helped me cope with anxiety and as one of my teachers would say with authority: "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, it falls directly underneath.". Twenty minutes later, I have taught my son to meditate.

It is what I can do.