Mornings are becoming cool, and I’ve been taking out warm-ish clothes for my son as I drop him off at school. Except it’s not that simple. I worry that he might catch a cold if I don’t dress him warmly. I worry that he won’t build up his natural immunity from cold if I dress him too warmly. I worry that he will look ridiculous all cozied up while everyone else is running around in t-shirts and shorts. My biggest worry: somehow, I am screwing up this parenting thing by not having figured out the exact RIGHT clothes to clothe him in. Basically, I can’t win this game.
Yes. It’s ridiculous. Putting it down in words like this makes it very apparent to me that I am being ridiculous.
That doesn’t really shift anything within me though.
What shifts is this realization: I’m a worrier.
Worrying is about anticipating the various permutations and combinations which in turn is about control. Worrying I think will help me control the situation. That’s my defense mechanism. That’s my defense mechanism. Oh.
Worrying is my defense mechanism.
And since it’s my son there’s a lot of stuff mixed in: a fierce love, a fierce desire to do right by him.
I started reading The Undefended Self as a part of my coursework for the brennan school of healing (Yeah, after years of looking at it from a distance, this year I decided to finally do it! I am loving it so far. It is WORK. Like actual work. I end up spending 1-2 hrs everyday reading up and writing down the assignments, and end of October we have a resident training program too! But I am enjoying it). So back to Susan Thesenga’s book. In it, in the very first chapter, she makes a statement which made me go whoa! She says, I am a good parent AND a bad parent.
Let me say that again: I am a good parent, AND I am a bad parent. Not either or, but both-and.
That just spoke to me. As someone who has long thought in terms of both-and (not just beautiful, but beautiful and ugly. We contain multitudes after all), it was surprising to me how I’d never applied this dictum to parenting. Because it makes sense. I AM good and bad. As a person. There are things I’d label as positive, and there are things I’d label as negative within myself. So how is it not possible for this to be carried over to my parenting too?
I find immense relief in that statement: good and bad.
Which isn’t to say that I don’t recognize that there are issues which are about ME and not my son in my parenting. (Yes, one could argue it is ALL about my issues pretty much, and I’d have to say I agree). My son because of the fierceness of my love for him and because I feel a sense of responsibility for him, can push my buttons like nobody else on earth. This is especially true as he becomes this bold, confident young kid with his very own ideas and preferences. It’s kind of like having the responsibility with a lessening of power as far as he is concerned. So, my work here is to be aware of when my button is being pushed by him in the heat of the moment. I’ve only recently articulated it in this particular way and I am looking forward to seeing if this awareness helps (or not).
But going back to what I was saying, irrespective of this above desire to bring in an awareness in the heat of the moment that my button is being pushed, I find this way of thinking about parenting relief-giving: I am a good parent and I am a bad parent. I am a thoughtful mother upset at a thoughtless exchange with my son (the latter from Thesenga too).
Yes.
I am both-and.
Paradoxically, like with ALL of this work, making peace with this dichotomy, actually inches me closer to more thoughtfulness.
And as for trying to control through worrying. . . I want to let go more. To trust more. To feel more rather than will more. . . . I think that’s a good first step.