|clap happy at the pick up line|
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
It's been two weeks now. Back and forth, to and from, lunches in and out, over and over and over.
I struggle to understand how people actually choose this method. To say the least, I'm stretched getting used to it all, at most I'd say it suuuuucks. I would much rather homeschool in my ideal vision than truck around town 2x daily ....which led me to the novel thought, "I wonder if we really were doing it for her?" But decisions have been made, and there are carpooling options developing.
There have been interesting improvements in her consideration of us, especially with Second Born. She's more affectionate to me, which, sadly, is surprising as I've become so used to being at odds with her. Given her behavior toward me I would expect she'd be ecstatic to be free of me, but that's not the case. She's at once forcefully clingy and almost desperately affectionate in fierce short bursts. I'm mindful to be accepting of this and gently responsive to her.
I feel crappy that it doesn't seem to come naturally to me in my relationship to her, I don't understand this trend and am consciously attempting to heal and release it. I could surmise it is an inherited pattern, and I'm unwittingly re-creating my childhood family dynamic as it's the only one I'm accustomed to act within.
It's difficult knowing that I (some "we," as in he too) am 49-51% the cause of her behaviors, there has to be a balance between taking total responsibility and understanding that the other half(ish) is simply in her nature. I can't tell which on a moment to moment basis, and when I've tried to keep track it drives me insane as I trend toward "it's-all-my-fault and I'm-a-sh*tty-mom".
My self-loathing knows no bounds. Parenting an other while RE-parenting one's self is a formidable, strenuous challenge. Some facets of this personal mirror only refract long after the fact, compounding frustration and confusion for me.
The best I can do is remain of service in love to my family, with lots of meditation, prayer, and support I know this is possible. I helped create them, so The Divine must be challenging me to learn from them. Do the next right thing, just keep moving forward.
Lately I'm mostly learning surrender and acceptance, or acceptance and surrender. I hate that our lovely idyllic plan didn't pan out. I hate that poor Miss Monkey has imperfect parents that have made so many changes in her short life it's become difficult for her to process properly. I'm tellin' you: First-borns get the crap-end of the stick with parents that barely know what-the-frack they're doing.
I will really enjoy one full year (minimum) with just plain life happening, no births, no deaths, no moves, and no bankruptcies/tax problems. Come to think of it, I think she's only had one full year without major change, it was at the northern suburb house, which may explain why she has such nostalgic attachment to that place.
So, I learn. So, it goes. Gratitude, I suppose.