Last week I traveled to Mississippi, where I grew up, to spend the weekend with family. When I enter into this space, I’m always struck by how easily I regress into my childhood stance. Being aware of this, my senses were heightened and I made a mental note to be kind to myself along with all the players in my family drama.
On the plane I could feel the tension arising and had to consciously work with myself to breathe and open to a new possibility arising. Every time I caught myself getting tight with my daughter, I would remind myself and her that I was feeling stressed about going home. Just speaking the truth, easily returned me to the present moment and how much pleasure I was experiencing traveling with my girl.
With my awareness attuned, while watching myself closely, I was able to stay open and present. I was actually enjoying my time, basking in the joy of seeing how comfortable and confident my daughter was with my family. All was going well until my mother made an innocent comment that triggered an old familiar response. It only took a split second for my armor to engage and I immediately shot back a deflecting comment. This gave me enough space to instantly bring in all my defenses and to withdraw my energy and get as small as possible. As I peeked out of my safe space I re-enforced my position by judging and seeing my mom from an old lens. As painful as it was, I was just trying to take care of myself.
Later, as I went to bed, I began to feel guilt and shame for shutting her out and began to beat myself up for not being more loving or kind. The cycle was in full force. Fortunately, I was able to slowly pull the lens back and got enough distance from the past to hold myself in the present. With hand on heart, I was able to love the part of me that was doing all she could to take care of herself. I was able to thank her for doing her best for I knew she was trying to protect my innocent nature. I truly felt gratitude for this young part of myself that was just trying to take care of me. As I soothed her and held her in love she began to soften, open and amazingly a deep full rich compassion arose for my mother.
With this new found depth of holding I was able to offer the same compassion to my daughter the next night. She was feeling overwhelmed and needed some space. When she gets this way she can get hard and cold and others experience her as mean. I was able to see that she was just trying to take care of herself the only way she knew how. As I sat with her, letting her know how beautiful she was and how I could see she was doing the best she could to take space she began to weep. As she softened into my arms, we both felt held and the tenderness was beyond words. We fell into the loving arms of a greater source and as we did our hearts opened allowing us to return to our family filled with love and joy. What a miracle!
Practice: Remember, we can only give our children what we are willing to give ourselves. When you feel yourself moving into guilt or shame for how you have acted, see if you can place your hand on your heart and love the part of you that is trying to protect your innocence. Give her the love she needs. As you do, you will find a place inside that will see your child as trying to take care of herself instead of acting mean, or whatever you may see otherwise. Offer her your loving heart and see what happens.
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When I was asked by PBS to write a blog post around attachment I chose to share the story about my journey with anxious attachment and parenting. http://www.pbs.org/thisemotionallife/blogs/anxious-attachment-heaven-hell-and-back-again .
Yesterday, as I was getting ready I put my foot into my pants. As my foot traveled down the leg of the pant my toenail caught on a thread. When my foot came out the other end my toenail had pulled almost completely off. I know, I know, you can gag now!
Children share what is going on in their internal world by expressing their feelings. When they are young, they don’t have the filters that we, as parents, have learned. When they feel discomfort, they express with BIG feelings. Often these don’t come out appropriate, to our senses, and we find ourselves feeling discomfort with the nature of their expressions. We can have the tendency, in the moment, to try and control the expression so we don’t feel our discomfort. Instead of hearing our child and addressing their needs, we often inadvertently suppress their expression in favor of appropriate behavior. How can we tolerate their BIG feelings when we haven’t learned to tolerate our own? How do we support feelings while still teaching appropriate expression? Let’s see how.
I was beyond excited as my daughter took the green smoothie I’d just made. Over the last week she had been drinking them with true pleasure instead of closing her eyes and making a face. It’s not that she doesn’t like the taste, it is the mere sight of something GREEN in the drink that forces her to rebel and make noises as if she were dying. You would think I was forcing her to drink poison. LOL
Today, we woke up a little late and I didn’t look at the clock until 15 minutes before we needed to leave the house. Before then, I’d been going slow, having my tea and enjoying the pace of the morning. I still remember looking at the clock and feeling as if a switch had been turned on. I moved into a state of fear. Fear of being late, fear of not getting back in time for my session, which led to fear of not making enough money to pay my mortgage, which led to fear of losing my house, which led to fear of being destitute, which led to its all up to me, which led to this is too much, which led to I can’t do this, which led to yelling at my daughter to hurry up, which triggered her fear, which fueled mine which ignited a fire that swept through the house consuming us both raging and destroying anything in its path. You or me babe, one of us is going down and if I go I’m taking you with me. Whew!!!! 


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