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Affirming Ourselves

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“You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” – Buddha

I bundle my son into the car and off to preschool and when I return and sit down to work, I find that he’s removed the mouse from my laptop – the small pencil-eraser style mouse that sits between my G and H keys that is my favorite way to navigate. I look all over the floor for it, I search my office for my replacements but I’ve hidden them too well so that my kids won’t get them and now I can’t find them. Young kids are such a hindrance to getting things done. I was going to say “can be” but pretty much at this age, it’s not that they can but they are.

There is the big picture view that I am working in order to support my precious children so perhaps I should just take a deep breath, picture them and all aggravation goes away. And that is true, but it is also true that I really like to get things done. For my own sense of self and esteem.

I read a story in Mark Nepo’s Book of Awakening about Dr. Elkhanan Elkes about how she survived the Holocaust. She always kept two things with her: a small crust of bread and a broken piece of comb. The bread was for when she met someone who needed it more than she did and the comb was to comb her hair twice daily as it affirmed her person.

Applying her wisdom to parenting — the crust of bread is easy. I don’t know of any parent of small children that doesn’t keep a little snack just in case with them. In pre-Covid times, we even shared these with other people’s kids that needed it. But the daily affirmation of myself and my humanity is a harder. Dr. Elkes story tells me it is something we all need for survival and it’s a daily practice. I am a person and not just a role that I perform at home and work. For me that affirmation comes from a meaningful communication with another adult at least once a day — writing a card to a friend, writing or commenting on a post, or checking-in with someone who’s going through something big.

So I borrow the pencil-eraser mouse from another computer, write this post and find that my son really helped with my affirmation after all – he gave me something to write about. That’s one thing done for the day!!   

True Grit

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“Please remember that it is what you are that heals, not what you know.” – Carl Jung

The other day a friend of mine sent me a video. For a moment I wondered why she sent a video of the console as she exercised on a stationary bike and then she panned left and down, it showed that as she rode, her 3-year-old was calmly standing next to her holding her hand. Wow, I was so impressed — that she actually got on the bike and stayed on the bike in those conditions. It takes true grit for any parent to take care of their own needs with children around!

Taking care of myself to be the thing that I’m destined to get habitually wrong in parenting. First with one kid and now with two and I suspect with every change in routine and schedule, I keep relearning that I have to take care of me in order to be any use to them. My obstetrician used to joke that babies were parasites. They take exactly what they need from their host. She said it humorously but wasn’t joking. I’ve thought of it many times since having kids because sometimes I wonder what is left of me to be present. And it’s such a paradox because often when my kids need me most, I’m at my most depleted. As this quote from renowned psychiatrist Carl Jung says ”it is what you are that heals” that describes exactly what my kids are coming to me for, that surety, safety and knowledge of warmth that helps them soak away their hurts and fears.

If only I could be patient, funny and creative during the day then I can be thoughtful, deep and well-cared for at night. But when I try, the only thing that happens is that I end up exhausted for both. The answer is that I have to show up not only with my love but also with my needs, dreams and fears. It’s a threshold of entry that I must cross to be real with family, friends and colleagues.

My frequent excuse for not bringing all of me is that as a full-sized human, I don’t need as much so I lurk around living my life before they get up and after they go to bed. But every time I plan for us to do something that I want to do like go hiking, I’m rewarded that we all end up happier. Knowing that I want family to be a place where we are exercising and nurturing our most authentic, hopeful selves, I have to accept that includes me. It takes grit and courage but I know my kids will hold my hand, just as I hold theirs.