I was at an Indigenous event this past weekend, and I saw a child in meltdown. It was late, it was loud, there was a lot going on, so it wasn't overly surprising.

A woman in this child's life was standing near saying over and over, in a calm voice: "Let it out. Let it all out."

That really stuck out to me. The affirmation of emotion, the permission to express it, the sustained comforting presence, and the signal to witnesses that this is all in-bounds...there was so much care in that moment.