August 31, 2010 § 4 Comments
This post is inspired by Heather @ Swiss Army Wife and her recent expression of the difference between giving up and letting go. It’s a great read and I could really relate to it.
“To me, giving up means I felt defeated in some way, maybe I felt the situation was impossible. I let it go. I let go of the illusion that I actually have control over these children, as if they weren’t their own human beings.”
And that pretty much sums up my on-going parenting experience.
Despite being only 16 when I had Son, I had a keen internal idea, even if not fully conscious or outwardly expressed, that I didn’t own him. I knew that his presence in my life was a gift and one that was eternally precious.
Not to mention that I was an uneducated teenage runaway, who the hell was I to dictate shoulds? So even though I was completely unaware of it, from birth I raised my Son with the humility that we don’t really know anything and the determination to practice what’s right anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m, by any means anything close to, a perfect parent. What I am saying is that I never felt it right to try to control my children’s behaviour with punishment, threats and ultimatums.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t. For years I did and I’m still trying to undo the damage that those mixed signals have sent. Yes, even after 22 years of parenting I’m still learning and still making mistakes.
But what 22 years of loving another human being more than I thought possible has definitely taught me is that letting go of the idea that you have any right to control your child is NOT the same as giving up on them.
Thanks for the reminder Heather.
August 29, 2010 § 3 Comments
Anyone else remember those old watch ads…”Takes a licking and keeps on ticking.”
Life is like that. It doesn’t stop just because you want it to, hope it will or even accidentally hit it with a hammer.
Son is officially moved back in and it’s a very one day at a time experience. I feel like I’m working towards a masters in parenting, there will be no undergraduate degree for me. I’m working towards tenure here people.
Oh, how I wish they gave grants for this sort of research and practice. 😉
On a much lighter note, the deck is moving along quite nicely.
Last month we started with post holes…
Anyone care to join me? 😀
August 25, 2010 § 4 Comments
There will never be enough time
There will never be enough life
There will never be enough of us together
There will never be enough one on one
We’ve never been just you and me for more than two days in a row
We’ve never been able to make out of our love a big show
So much time spent raising kids, paying bills and planning for tomorrow
Grasping desperately at the good times and less than bravely facing all the sorrow
We’ve never been just you and me for more than two days in a row
We’ve never had the chance to even notice each other grow
Still we’re here and still together
Still we’re working toward for better
And even though we have another 30 years or so
On the same team, working toward our dreams
It’ll never be enough
August 24, 2010 § 2 Comments
This last 10 months has been the longest we’ve gone without talking.
It’s been heartbreaking for me and though I’ve tried to talk to her at least half a dozen times, all to no avail, I’m not the kind who gives up easily.
Today I thought I’d give it another go, for no other reason than she’s my sister and I love her.
This time she actually responded.
And I feel like a weight has lifted off of my shoulders. Still, I didn’t let the silence go unmentioned.
Me: You know I’ve called you at least half a dozen times.
Her: I know. I’m a bitch, what can I say?
Me: Well, I say you come by it honestly but at least you’re willing to admit it which is way more than she (meaning our mother) would do.
Her: Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Me: I’ve really missed you.
Her: I’ve missed you too but I’m going to go before you get all sappy on me.
Me: Okay, fair enough. But we’re still friends, we’re good right?
Her: Of course. You’re my sister. I love you.
Me: I love you too.
And there you have it. Sister speak and sister love. Unmatched in the world of female relationships.
If you have a sister that is nearby, hug her and appreciate her for everything that she is…because I promise you’ll find no better friend.
August 23, 2010 § 6 Comments
I really don’t know how to start this post. There are many ways to spin the situation but frankly, I don’t have the energy.
Son, who turns 22 in two weeks, is moving back in.
The circumstances surrounding this development are frustrating to be sure, but not they’re not dire. I keep reminding myself that it could be worse and that no one is forcing my hand.
I could just refuse to take him in and let him muddle through on his own, which frankly, I’m more tempted to do than my “I’m a good mom” sensibilities want to admit.
And I’m really not at all sure that I’m doing the right thing by letting him move back in. The previous times we’ve met this crossroads, things ended badly with harsh words between us and Son ultimately storming out.
Still, in the end, I want my kids to think of their home as a refuge. A place they can come when the world is dishing out more than they can handle. When they find themselves in over their heads, I want my kids to trust that there’s a place they can go where they are unconditionally loved and where they are supported in doing their best.
The only thing I ask for in return is that they actually do their best. I haven’t been seeing that from Son lately. I’ve seen a mountain of drama and histrionics, seen a lot of deflecting of blame and responsibility but not nearly enough of him doing his best to own his choices.
I’m hoping that giving him this opportunity to step back, reflect and move forward in a more positive and practical direction will help him get his shit together.
I’ve made it clear that I’m at the end of my rope and that I expect no less than 150% effort on his part.
He promises to give 200%.
Time will tell.
August 19, 2010 § 8 Comments
Not the prettiest title I ever came up with but it certainly sums up how I’ve been feeling lately.
You know how when you’re on a roller coaster ride and it’s not until it starts to slow down do you realize that you’re really not having as much fun as you had hoped or at least think you should be having? Then before you can even process that the ride starts to pick up speed again and it takes everything you have just to keep your cookies inside your stomach?
You all get that lame analogy right?
The thing is, my life is that ride and I bloody hell want to get off. What I mean is, I want it to just stop so I can catch my breath, look around and decide if I want to keep riding this roller coaster or finally choose a different way to live.
Believe me, it’s not nearly as simple as it sounds. At least it isn’t for a neurotic, often still thinks like a 16 year old single teen parent, cripplingly insecure woman about to enter the last year of her 30’s.
I have soooooooo much baggage and it weighs me down to the point where I can’t even move, sometimes even literally. It used to depress me because I really thought it was my lot in life, my cross to bear. Now though, now it just frustrates me and even pisses me off.
Still, I can’t seem to drum up the courage to just toss it. There’s a part of me that needs to examine every shred of it in case I might need it later. An emotional packrat is what I am. A hoarder of useless and worn out thoughts and feelings that serve no purpose other than to remind me what a rough time I’ve had.
Oh lord I’m pathetic.
I just realized that I have absolutely no point to this self-pitying rant so I should probably just end it here, run a nice hot bath and get into bed and watch a crappy movie (a good one would take too much energy to follow).
If you read this far thank you and I’m sorry. 😉
August 18, 2010 § 3 Comments
I just picked Daughter up from a sleepover. She was still in her jammies and barely awake, one of her friends was even still asleep. Ah to be a teenager again! Okay not really, actually not at all…you couldn’t pay me. 😉
Still she had a great time and got in some much needed socializing while Hubby and I got an even more needed break.
What did we do with a whole evening and night to ourselves you ask?
We fell asleep is what we did. First we went out to our local hangout, had a couple of drinks and the best spinach artichoke dip that ever was and then came home to flake out in front of the t.v. I managed to make it to bed before I fell asleep but I found Hubby snoring in his lazy boy at 1:00 am when I got up for a pee. He was so cute.
Party animals we are not…well, not anymore anyway. Back in the day, when we first met, we were often the last two still going long after most of our friends had called it a night (or passed out – whichever came first) and we kind of prided ourselves on our stamina.
But kids and mortgage payments will easily suck the party animal right out of a person. 😀
Other things, like the skirt I’m working on and the ever growing pile of cucumbers that are cluttering up my kitchen are just waiting for me to get my mojo back. My momentum is kind of erratic that way. One day I can get half a dozen projects going and worked on and then the next it takes everything I have to just get a load of laundry and the dishes done.
But I’m not complaining, no sir. Life is good and I’ve still got a few weeks of summer left before the leaves start to turn and it’s time to start thinking about and planning for Christmas.
I hope everyone’s having a good week.