Ponderings ...
Face it, parenting is a tough job … and so is growing up. The greatest hurdles we have to overcome are our own misguided beliefs so that we do not pass them on to our children. For instance, I believed that people were trustworthy. Period. And, I have come to know that people “can be” trustworthy “if they so choose.” However, the choice is not common. So now that I have realized this perspective, I must equip my children to manage it as I hone those very tools.
Communication … is a key opportunity, and a potential hazard. My father would exclaim that he could not phantom why things were happening. And, he visited the choirpractor for spinal adjustments (never on Sunday). Thus, I learned a type of family-speak that was perceived to be understood among us, and, I learned to translate every sentence that I heard to ensure that I would get the right meaning. My children get quite frustrated by my constant questioning. I only assure them that I seek to understand.
Time and space… squeeze us because we fear taking a breath. Scurry the children out of bed and into clothing. Shovel cereal as we rush by the breakfast table and collect all our things for the day ahead. Climb into the adequately sized vehicle and strain through traffic as the tick tock clangs in our ears. We wonder why the youngest is crabby. How did our adolescent get so moody? And why is traffic at a dead stop in the middle of the morning?! Downsize - take one “appointment” off your calendar each week.
Breathe… cut yourself some slack. Remind yourself, and let your child know that you are doing the best possible with the knowledge you have. Express that as you continue to evolve, you will share your growing wisdom with them. And, be open to learning from the wise innocence of the young.
In loving kindness, Tamara
Face it, parenting is a tough job … and so is growing up. The greatest hurdles we have to overcome are our own misguided beliefs so that we do not pass them on to our children. For instance, I believed that people were trustworthy. Period. And, I have come to know that people “can be” trustworthy “if they so choose.” However, the choice is not common. So now that I have realized this perspective, I must equip my children to manage it as I hone those very tools.
Communication … is a key opportunity, and a potential hazard. My father would exclaim that he could not phantom why things were happening. And, he visited the choirpractor for spinal adjustments (never on Sunday). Thus, I learned a type of family-speak that was perceived to be understood among us, and, I learned to translate every sentence that I heard to ensure that I would get the right meaning. My children get quite frustrated by my constant questioning. I only assure them that I seek to understand.
Time and space… squeeze us because we fear taking a breath. Scurry the children out of bed and into clothing. Shovel cereal as we rush by the breakfast table and collect all our things for the day ahead. Climb into the adequately sized vehicle and strain through traffic as the tick tock clangs in our ears. We wonder why the youngest is crabby. How did our adolescent get so moody? And why is traffic at a dead stop in the middle of the morning?! Downsize - take one “appointment” off your calendar each week.
Breathe… cut yourself some slack. Remind yourself, and let your child know that you are doing the best possible with the knowledge you have. Express that as you continue to evolve, you will share your growing wisdom with them. And, be open to learning from the wise innocence of the young.
In loving kindness, Tamara
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