As I sat on the floor in the kitchen, utterly overwhelmed and unable to cope with anything more, silent tears running down my face, my 5 year old sat quietly beside me with his head rested against my shoulder, and my 2 year old patted me reassuringly on the other shoulder saying "deep breathes mummy, deep breathes". FML they push me right to the edge sometimes, but I'm starting to see my parenting style paying off when they can reflect the coping mechanisms I'm teaching them back at me.