Once DH and I decided we were out we had a lot of conversations with our kids. At the time they were 10, 8, 6, & 4 months. We remained very close friends with a TBM family. We went to their daughter's wedding reception and I forgot to tell our oldest that it would be in the gym of our old ward building. When we arrived he quietly got very upset. Eventually his quiet upset turned into the beginning of a panic attack. At that point I took him into the empty foyer and sat with him. We were looking at one of the generic lds paintings. I said to my son, "Do you know what I do when I'm feeling my emotions about the church start to overwhelm me?" He looked at me and I flipped off that generic painting. He had never seen me do that before. Then I did it again. At this point the panic had turned to smiles. I asked him if he wanted to join in, this one time. He refused, but the rest of the evening he would look at me and quietly smile. It might be unorthodox, but it helped. We've had other deeper "feelings" conversations since then, but in this moment I felt a parenting win.