awakening, family, life, peace, teenagers

Illumination

This morning brought illumination.  My morning started early… SATs start early on Saturday morning. My son asked me late last night if I would go with him early to grab coffee and a bite to eat before his test time.  I was delighted to join him.  I was a bit groggy dressing in the dark and it was cold walking out the door, the car was cold, other than my son’s company there was not much to be out of my toasty warm bed for.

As we left our dark wooded neighborhood and approached the downtown area, the world began to illuminate.  The spots where you can peek through to the ocean took our attention…  First the clouds, pink and purple wispy clouds, “cotton candy” as my son described them.  We agreed to take a detour away from our destination and head for the ocean.  We drove to the seawall just in time to see the sun peek above the ocean and greet the new day.  The sky on the horizon was on fire.  What a wonder!  No matter how many sunrises you see, each one is filled with its own mystique.  The blazing colors of the clouds, the shimmering blue water, the time with my son… all of it a gift.

When we arrived at the coffee shop my son’s girlfriend was also there. Coincidence? I say not. He says yes. Maybe. Either way, my time with him had ended as quickly as it began. He shared with me that maybe it would just be easier if he just jumped in with her to go to the High School, I agreed, it was logical.  A bit disappointed I pulled out behind them, they drove together ahead of me, and I drove alone.  Up out of bed to spend time with him and he’s now gone off with someone else.  As I drove, it seemed silly to go home, the sun was rising in the sky and seemed to call for me to come back to the waters edge to greet it. I realized that the gift of time with my son had been just that, a true gift.  I embraced the time we were given and began to enjoy my time alone.  I sat with my coffee and watched the world illuminate in front of me as the sun began to splash color upon everything.  The fall colors of the trees were just magnificent, the sparkle of the water, the blue of the sky, the white trim of homes were whiter than white.   I drove around my town and took it all in.  I drove to the harbor to watch the osprey pole illuminate, to the beach and saw the glistening shells illuminate, to the pond by my grandmother’s old house and listened to the families of geese honk a friendly “Good Morning”… the reeds that surround the pond were ignited like candles by the sun, pure beauty surrounded me.  I drove home in awe… delighted to have had a reason to have gotten out of bed.  To be awakened to my new day this way.  I had had a long week at work and I truly needed this gift of enlightening this morning.  Thank you son for inviting me, I enjoyed my time with you.

adolescence, communication, drugs and alcohol, expectations, family, raising kids, respect, responsibility, teenagers, trust

Parties…Driving…Independence…

Being 17 isn’t easy, I remember.  Now our third child, our youngest is!  You’d think after having been through it with 3 other children I would have it all figured out by now.  Wrong!  One thing I can tell you about the way my husband and I parent is we have always figured it out as we’ve gone along.  Each child brings with them a uniqueness, a difference in personality… the answers are never uniform because each situation, each scenario deserves to be looked at with fresh eyes.  That is how we respect our children. Not to mention, even with the same child nothing stays the same, they change daily, as do we.  They grow and learn so much each day. This deserves to be respected.

The hard part is the balance.  Finding ways to respect their own beliefs in what they should be able to do and our parent ideas of what they are ready to handle. This is the reason I choose to be transparent.  I want them to know my thoughts and ideas, so there can be clear understanding when we do not allow them to do something they’ve asked to do.  I also want them to share their thoughts with us.  My husband and I are both great team players, I believe this is what has helped us be successful parents.  With he and I respecting each others ideas, we can stand united in our decisions for the kids.  We do not undermine each other in front of the kids, we often will not give an answer right away, we give them a “let us discuss it”.  The kids have learned that this is better than a “no”, because we are willing to take a deeper look into what their needs and wants are.  We do not want to be authoritarians, and just have them obey. We want to treat them with respect and ask for the same in return. This has worked beautifully.

Where we live is unique.  Small towns are a challenge, but try a small town on an island! To give you some perspective…Our pizza places close in the winter at 9:00pm!  My husband and I were both born and raised here, it is a special place, we love it.  Raising young children here is a dream. The school systems are great, the atmosphere for raising little ones is wonderful.  For teenagers, not so much.  When they reach high school age and want to be social… our island is lacking for things to do.  House parties have become the cultural “norm”.  Parties thrown by 20 somethings who have not gone off to college or who attempted it and are now back home.  Either way, it presents problems in our community. I do not find that drunk 20 somethings and drunk high schoolers are a good mix.

It is not unique to our island that parents differ in beliefs when it comes to raising their children, certainly their teenagers.  By the time kids here get to High School, there seems to be a “right of passage” message, for many, that it is okay to smoke weed and drink alcohol.  In my experience, it is either blatantly right in front of the parents and they choose to turn a blind eye, or weekend sleepovers are the norm where Sally says she’s staying at Suzie’s and vice-versa and there is no parent communication, no accountability, and then they both stay out all night and report to no one.  The way we have found to combat this with our own children is to have high expectations of communication and responsibility. Their involvement in sports and keeping open lines of communication has been key.  Sports is a great outlet for kids on this island and we have found it very important for their social lives. In my opinion, by the time they get to the High School they need the social outlet of being a part of sports and organized activities.  Our oldest was a 3 sport varsity athlete for all 4 years of high school. The amount of time and energy it took to be a part of these teams served him very well. He has been a phenomenal role model to our younger children, and continues to be.

Being involved in sports at the High School level is not the answer for all kids to stay out of trouble.  There were many, many teammates through the years, and continue to be, who have also found plenty of time for the party scene.  This is where communication comes in, we have clear expectations for drug and alcohol use.  Again, not strictly a command to obey, but an expectation to be responsible and constant discussions surrounding the topic.  Discussions of our understanding that it is available to them at their age and how they might handle this.  Discussions and an understanding of how alcohol affects different people differently, that alcoholism runs deep in our family and to be fully aware if they choose to try it how it is affecting them. We make it very clear that we have trust in them to be responsible and make good decisions and that their will be consequences if that trust is broken.  These are consequences way beyond parental punishment and staying in on Friday night (that is not how we discipline). We teach consequences of real life. Like, all the hard work that’s gone into working toward a future goal could change instantly due to a bad decision. Dreams of being recruited, being successful in a particular field, keeping the respect of others… the list goes on and on.  Pointing out the importance and the reasons for being responsible have always meant enough to our children to act responsibly. Our belief is that at age 17, 18, & 19 we are helping to guide them into adulthood. I believe it is understood that we do not want to dictate what they can and cannot do. We want to see them finding ways of having independence while staying responsible. If they show responsible behavior and make good decisions the freedom is theirs… If they show lack of responsibility and poor behavior we will intervene and help.  We believe this is our job.

Our talks with our children do not only surround drugs and alcohol.  We have open communication for anything that needs discussion.  Getting a driver’s license is a privilege. It is understood that if this is abused (in our eyes, not only the law) that we will take away that privilege. That goes for cell phones, computers, etc. We have taught them right from wrong since they were born, we do not believe stopping when they become a teenager would serve them well in adulthood. We feel strongly that this is our job.

Our family is strong. Our children are respected in their schools, on their teams, and in our community. We feel strongly about helping others when they are in need, we foster this any chance we get. I feel proud of this. I feel proud of the family my husband and I work hard to build strong each and every day. I believe they are proud of us too.

“If a country is to be corruption free and become a nation of beautiful minds, I strongly feel there are three key societal members who can make a difference. They are the father, the mother and the teacher.”  ~ A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

 

 

 

 

 

communication, family, identity, life, marriage, peace, purpose, raising kids, teenagers, time, trust, writing

The taste of my coffee, the feeling of my couch throw…

Saturday morning silence.  Husband’s left for work, college-break daughter sleeping late, high-school son at team sleepover, dog at my feet, coffee in my hand, blanket across my lap. Wow…Saturday!

My five senses are happy this morning. I can taste my coffee differently than on weekdays. I can be present and feel grounded, it’s a satisfying feeling.  Slowing life down enough to feel and experience…I live for these moments of satisfaction.

Our family was all home for the holiday.  Our oldest son has come and gone.  At age 22, he is on his quest to live his own life. If you’ve followed any of my other posts you will know that I am learning how to make this transition.  Today I am at peace. There is a story for how I got to this peaceful place this morning…

After Christmas our oldest told us that he was going to head back to school 2 weeks earlier than anticipated.  His girlfriend was coming to visit us and he would plan to head out when she went back. I had a difficult time with the news. I had prepared myself for this potentially being our last holiday break together, as Del graduates from college this May and it will just never be the same, but cutting that time in half threw me for a loop.  In fear of seeming selfish for the sadness I showed when he told us he was leaving I wanted to share my recent struggle with my children.  I wanted to be transparent in my feelings so they were not perceived wrong. I read one of my earlier posts about what I believe to be transitional depression to them.  I felt it would help explain a mother’s pain in letting go and that I wouldn’t ever be asking him to be doing anything different, that it was just the feelings that were emerging from me and the struggle between my heart and my intellect again. I hoped reading this would help them understand.  I read it with great difficulty, I had no idea I would be so emotional as I read it out loud. They heard me and I felt it helped.  I took their hands and told them that we all have a journey and that this is just part of mine. I am learning to let go.

A week after this talk we kissed Del goodbye and bid him farewell for a while. We went about our family Sunday, at bedtime I pulled back my bed covers to find an envelope with “Mom” written on it.  I knew it was Del’s handwriting and I instantly welled with tears.  My husband lay next to me while I read it out loud. The words that flowed from my child were so eloquent, so beautiful.  His words and feelings put so much into perspective for me, his words were so powerful and healing. Part of me wants to share that letter with you here, but selfishly I also want it just for me. Maybe one day it will make sense to share it, but not today. His words are my strength.

In one of my former posts entitled “From Little Acorns Mighty Oaks Grow” I stated that as my children have grown they now help to give me cover and shade when I need it.  This letter is proof of that.  The maturity he showed and the insight he shared has strengthened me. Since I read my post about transitioning to my children, I have found an even greater understanding between us. We have always had great understanding, but with each new beginning I find communicating what it feels like to each of us is important.  If we don’t share our feelings with each other then assumptions are made. I would have never wanted the assumption for my oldest son to be that my sadness was a reflection of us being disappointed in his decision.  I needed him to know and understand that my sadness is something that I am working on within me.  That we support his decisions wholeheartedly but that there is an emotional process of letting him go that we continue to go through.

I am at peace today because I believe we understand each other.

adolescence, communication, expectations, family, identity, marriage, raising kids, respect, school, self esteem, teenagers, toddlers, trust

All we expect is respect.

It seems to me that kids have a lot of expectations put on them today.  Expected to perform at high levels in school, in sports, and basically in life. When raising our children, my husband and I tried not to put a lot of expectations on them. We have found a foolproof way of transitioning through each phase of our children’s lives with just one thing expected: respect. We certainly didn’t set out 22 years ago as parents with any theories or agenda… we have navigated ourselves along with one simple basis for everything. Our three children, now 22, 18, and 17 were raised with my husband and I nurturing them, guiding them, and respecting them. We in return felt we deserved respect and used it as the foundation for each and every stage of their lives.

When they were young, even before the age of 2, our children were taught to understand respect. Even without language yet, there was unspoken communication happening. When they were told not to touch something, but they did anyway and looked to us for a reaction, we were teaching them then how we would handle such things. We were being tested, this set a basis for our forever relationship. If we were to say “no” to something, the follow through we exhibited was crucial to our bond and our trust. If we had not stayed true to every word we uttered to them as toddlers until this current day, I believe the trust and respect we share today could not have existed. Our oldest son said something to me once… I remember the exact spot we stood in the hallway by the kitchen, at the age of 16, towering over me… he said, “Mom, I don’t always like what you say, but I trust it.” That coming from my oldest child, at my first attempt at parenting a teenager, was a monumental moment for me. I knew in that moment that all the years of being true to my word was helping us in one of the hardest transitions of life.

We have honestly displayed to our children since day 1 of their lives that all we expect is respect. When they became school aged children we did not put great emphasis on grades. We did not have expectations set for how their letter grades on report cards should look. Our marks were always based on respect for teachers and authority at school. By learning that we had expectations of certain behavior at school the grades would easily follow. When they would uphold themselves a certain way and respect the school and the classroom, they learned respect for themselves and the learning happened.

When it came to sports we didn’t have expectations of how they would perform on the field or the court, it would be expected that they respect their coaches, the officials and their teammates. Their performance level would grow and grow due to them respecting themselves and others, and always working hard.

Our children’s social lives have always been nurtured as well. We have always put great emphasis on respecting relationships and friends. We have always welcomed their friends into our home as family members. I believe my marriage of 22 years is stronger everyday because my husband and I respect what each of us do financially and emotionally to contribute to the growth of our family. Our children are witness to that and it helps them to be better people.

Our society today puts so much emphasis on the wrong things. Raising children with morals and values and to have self respect will equip them for most anything. I am blessed to have been a stay at home mom until our youngest was five, caring for other people’s children to help out financially. If people could find ways of putting more effort into their families we would have stronger communities and stronger communities translates into even bigger successes for our entire culture. When people begin to realize that emotional wealth is more important than financial wealth. Our children’s well being should mean more than the car we drive or the house we live in.

When paying our monthly bills, I often strategize with numbers in hopes of paying more monthly to the principal of our home mortgage to pay it off earlier. To do this we would need to cut money in certain places, it’s always the “extras” that would have to go first. The “extras” in our life right now are weekend social expenses … that translates into our weekend trips to watch our son play football at college, visiting our daughter away at school and treating her out to a nice dinner, and/or the expense of buying pizzas and drinks for our 17 year old to host friends over for game night in the basement… Each and every time I consider cutting those expenses I know that we are doing the right things with our money. The investment in our children’s emotional well being far outweighs any desire I may have to cut some years off of our mortgage. What I see these days are bigger homes, fancier cars, fancy vacations, and kids who feel lost and disconnected. I have a strong wish for things to be different for future families. We need to get back to simpler times, less material things, and family togetherness.

I believe if all things could begin and end with respect we would all be better off. The definition for respect is ‘a feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements.’ Kids can learn to respect their peers, their parents, and most anyone. Teaching people to set aside ego and find things they admire in others can boost self esteem enormously. In today’s world we have to be careful to teach our children that you don’t respect someone just because they are your authority, respect is earned. It is important to learn respect for yourself as all other relationships hinge upon the one you have with yourself.

Finding ways to show our children they are special and important is the key to them learning to respect themselves and others. When we take time to really be present in their lives, they feel it. Being at sporting events, plays, or concerts… anything that is important to them makes them feel they are important. Photographing them at special times and just ordinary times shows them we care… then looking through old photos together bonds us and helps them to grasp the beauty of moments past and those yet to come. We always have had grand birthday parties, celebrating them and finding great joy in their existence!! We still have grand birthday parties at the ages of 15, 16, 17… Everyone loves a party!

We have found ways in our lives to honor and respect our children and they in turn learn how to do the same for us. Children have their own sets of woes and worries and when they do not feel like they are ‘less than’ just because they are ‘kids’, they feel respected. Let’s face it, the problems and obstacles they encounter each day are all relative to the ones we face.

“The family is the nucleus of civilization.”  ~ Will Durant

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adolescence, awakening, family, identity, life, teenagers

Questioning Everything…

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These days I am questioning everything.  It’s amazing to me how in a moment everything we thought we knew isn’t at all what we thought to be true.  For me, it usually comes with struggle. When our world is turned on it’s side we are forced to see it differently.

My husband and I made a life decision to become foster parents two years ago. We had relations with the child we would invite to join our family, it was decided in a time of need. She was 16 at the time and a friend of our daughter’s, she had moved away after finishing middle school and would now move back to live with us for High School.  We were so joyous in our decision to help her, to accept her as our own into our family.  My faith is so deep, I often make decisions quickly with my heart knowing full well if I gave it too much time, my head and my intellect would see reasons for not acting. I act quickly and often blindly when helping others.

Well, here I am today, our relations with this young girl have been severed. She lives down the street and we barely have contact.  She turned 18 in November and things began to get harder. I believe both her mindset, as well as my own (and my husband’s) began to change when she reached this mark.  She moved out and got her own place a month ago.  It was a mutual decision.

I am guilty of feeling like I needed to teach her everything in the time we had left after she turned 18 (something I also felt I did when our oldest son was moving out to go to college). I am also guilty of going into this relationship feeling like I had a “window of time” to reach her and help her see the world clearly and know how to successfully move about it.  What I question now is do I know how to successfully move about it?  Who’s to say my way is the right way?  What I see clearly now is that when I would try to “mirror her behaviors”, like her therapist advised me to, I was slowly pushing her away.  Slowly pointing out all that was “wrong with her” (as she once stated it).  I was acting on the feeling that you can’t fix what you don’t acknowledge. I felt like she needed to own her behaviors and face them as she was on the brink of adulthood. I had turned my parenting style into one of tough love, teaching lessons from mistakes made and teaching that you shouldn’t make the same mistake twice because then it’s a choice.  I am very supportive and loving and my husband and I thrive on respect. We are giving with the up most respect and feel we deserve it in return.  This method of parenting has worked for us.  We have three children, ages 16, 18, and 21. The difference is that we have taught them right from wrong since the moment they were born… We have built a strong foundation with them. I have always found pride in myself with my efforts and my abilities to be a good parent.  This entire situation has made me question the very thing that I’ve always felt good about.

I have no idea how to deal with this.  I am questioning everything! I am soul searching and trying to find empathy and understanding.  For two years I was the mediator between my family and this young girl.  Cheerleading for her and trying to get both sides to see the other.  Time and time again I was disregarded and disrespected for my efforts by her with lies, manipulation and deceit.  I felt I was beginning to lose face in the eyes of my own children, my husband had lost steam and I was holding on by a thread.  I threw out life lines to counselors and social workers. I began to draw at straws, I was hoping to teach some life lessons in respecting the people in your life who are trying to help you. My ultimate goal was to help her be successful in having a genuine relationships. I was putting forth my entire self for this mission while also trying to be sensitive to my own children’s needs and feelings, and being open to my husband’s opinions and observations of the situation.

Negative thoughts led to negative behaviors for her.  Turning blame elsewhere for mistakes she made. It came into view for me that the harder I tried the further I would push her away.  We were deep in the college process with both her and my oldest daughter choosing schools and making future life plans.  We had application forms, scholarship forms, tax forms, life discussions, money talk, you name it we were in the thick of it.  At the beginning of their senior year I had reached out for help, knowing full well from when my oldest son went through it that I would become stressed and overwhelmed with the process. I had a feeling focusing on two very different girls with different hopes and dreams would prove to be a challenge.  I was proactive and asked for help.  The State assigned her a mentor to help her with these tasks. I believe this may have been the first step in her feeling as though I wasn’t “there for her”.  I can guess that she felt pushed aside while I helped my daughter through her paperwork.  I did help her with any part of it I could, getting her essay done when she just couldn’t, she felt accomplished and good about it in the end. When she would share her confusion in the college process I would discuss it with her, I would create spreadsheets with what different schools she was looking at would look like, financially and otherwise.  I would share my frustration with her when she would begin the “poor me” spiral downward. I worked very hard to keep her positive and find what was good in a situation, she had a difficult time with me not joining in her negativity. Stating at points along the way to my husband and I, “you just don’t understand.”

With the college process and the many discussions of “real life” on the forefront for all of us, it put a strain on the relationship.  Prior to having to focus on college issues, life had revolved around what this young girl needed.  I didn’t necessarily notice what the rest of my family was seeing, as I was in the full throttle mode of trying to build a loving trusting relationship with the newest member of our family.  Traveling to Boston for doctors appointments, schoolwork, jobs, work study, IEP meetings, getting her license, the list goes on. My family was completely on board, they would ‘hear me’ and learn to find empathy for the reasons behind her behaviors. They supported me fully in my efforts to mentor her. This became more and more trying as time went on, the empathy and understanding can only last so long when behaviors continue and others are being hurt by words and actions. We were very open with each other and stayed strong as a family while learning how to include another. My husband and I would attend therapy sessions and use the time to vent and ask advice for how to handle what this was feeling like for our children.  I believe at this point our foster daughter began to feel the division amongst the family.  What I had attempted to create (a strong family unity) when this began was beginning to unravel as we learned to figure out how to help and support our foster daughter while also learning to nurture our own family needs.  We rarely shared any of our hardship with our friends and family.  I had read once when preparing to be a good foster parent that you should always shed a positive light upon the child so that they have the opportunity to form relationships and become close with others in the family. We honored this and asked our children to do the same, we kept our struggles amongst ourselves, along with the therapist and the social worker. Looking back I know now this was not best.  It may have been in her best interest, but it was not in ours.  She would use this to her advantage in the way that she would tell lies and share things with others that were untrue. As time went on this became very unsettling and began to dishonor our family.  Most disturbing was a meeting I had with her basketball coach, the meeting was to address an issue that had happened in the locker room after a game.  I went to bat to protect her and in that meeting I was told that she (the coach) had information of  “reportable things happening in our home”.  I had never been so flabbergasted, I felt dazed and honestly  afraid of what she was capable of in hurting our family to protect herself.  I immediately turned to our social worker and asked for help with this. After confronting our foster daughter, the confusion I believe now she tried to created had indeed been created.  She denied having said anything turning our thoughts to the coach using those words as a threat to protect herself.  The confusion and accusations were never resolved after months of requesting getting to the bottom of it, we got no support from the social workers or counselors. It was swept under the rug and her manipulation tactics were allowed to proceed.  Our relationship was damaged then and no one helped us to restore it.  She continues to tell untruths even today.  I believe now that we may have fallen prey to this manipulation when we opened our doors and our hearts to her.  My husband I do not believe many (or any) of the stories she told before her moving in with us or after.  This has been so damaging and discouraging.

The most difficult part now is knowing her struggle continues, that I wasn’t able to help her, and now having struggles of our own.  We were continually disrespected despite all of our efforts. I had worked diligently to teach her not to hurt the people who love her, to find it within yourself to show respect and honor relationships. She had relations with much of her blood family, I attempted many times to encourage their time together. I worked hard to find ways of helping to mediate those relationships.  I believe now that her perception of this was me pushing her away.  We have found out in recent times that she told friends we were “trying to get rid of her for Christmas because we didn’t want to buy her presents”.  (this was the second Christmas she was with us and the last.) There is nothing further from the truth.  We had planned family time for the weekend after the holiday without her because of all the stress and pressure at home with things not going well. Her grandmother had invited her to come there and I was working to make that happen, she did not want to go, and now claims that we left her alone with nowhere to be for the holiday. The twisting and turning of that story is only one of the many many times she did that to earn sympathy for herself and claim “poor me”.  My intentions have always been with her best interests at heart while also nurturing my own family.  I have the wisdom to know that she would need her family in her future, that the more relationships and connections she had going forward would only benefit her. I attempted that with not much help from her social worker. I pray that one day she can see my side of things.

I now question everything.  We don’t currently speak to one another.  She and my children still attend the same high school and the relationships are terribly strained. There is no resolve.  I have always been the type of person to meet things head on… never sweep anything under the rug… tell others how you feel… be open and honest… find understanding.  All of this is so different.  I don’t see how I can apply any of those beliefs to this situation? I have been told maybe there is no resolve? She feels the way she feels and I feel the way I feel and neither one of us can truly know how the other feels.  I know that I have an understanding of her hurt and her pain, her struggles, I have tried to alleviate those and help her see ways of mending her heart over the last two years…. What I’m not sure she understands is that my heart is now broken. I pray that one day when she is a mother and has a family that she may see my side of things.

My heart and my intellect intersect here and that’s the hardest part.  My heart knows that I gave her my whole self, I shared my home and my family, with her very best interests at the heart of it all.  I put my two children ~ strong, smart, honest, empathetic children~ on hold for two years to build something that was gone in a day.  My heart feels betrayed while my intellect knows that she has done it in defense mechanism, to protect herself.  I have read all the articles, I have full intellectual understanding for what she’s doing. But HOW… How do I go about protecting me and my heart, me and my family, me and my marriage, when she continually says hurtful things about us and cannot see what we attempted to do for her for what it really is? I have written her letter after letter since she left.  Most of them, after writing and reading them back, I realize I was writing to the 40 year old version of her, words and feelings that the 18 year old version would never understand.  I don’t feel like my words are productive to her right now. I have no words, there is no understanding.

I fight the feeling of being a failure to her daily, I am trying to heal. I want to be available to her, I do not want her to feel abandoned by me, but I don’t want to be artificial either.  I love her, I care about her, I want what is best for her. I am hurt, my family is hurt. I cannot make sense of this for myself therefore I have no way of teaching my children how to deal with all the emotions that this has surfaced.  I do not feel that any message would get through to her no matter how it was stated at this time.  I have shared a lot of words and conversations with her over the last two years and she perceives them in her own way and twists them into something different.  I feel like silence is best for now. I guess I believe that because I’ve used so many words in the past that maybe my silence will speak volumes this time.

My attempt at getting through this is to continue to look inward.  I know that placing blame for all that went wrong along the way will not help me heal,  I will steer my thoughts away from blame every time it creeps into my mind. I will pray for her strength, as well as my own.  I will try to live by my own advice.  I will continue to stay focused on my Blessings and live life with an open heart and an open mind. I feel changed through this part of my life, but my understanding is that this is how we grow as people.  I guess we often have to question everything.

 

family, Music, teenagers, The Commodores

“Easy Like Sunday Morning…” ~ The Commodores

I love music on a Sunday morning.  I love rousing teenagers from there slumber with the alluring smell of pancakes and sausage.  Saturday night sleepovers mean more faces around our dining room table… folding chairs from the basement, sleepy bodies moving about helping to set the table, the smell of brewing coffee and of course, music!!

My Sunday morning consists of Pandora radio… sometimes Jazz, sometimes Country, sometimes R & B… but somewhere amongst all those genres I always find room for my Sunday morning anthem… “Easy” by The Commodores. What an amazing song!! Oh how it moves me… I just LOVE everything about it!  I pride myself in being ‘Easy’ ~ just slow down and understand and life can be easy ~ certainly everyone’s Sunday morning should be easy!  The lyrics include my favorite line in the whole song… “Everybody wants me to be what they want me to be, I’m not happy when I try to fake it.”  This line I find to be so true for so many.  How many of us go throughout our day trying to be something for someone else?  Is anyone really happy when they have to fake it?  I want my children to hear that and understand that and realize fully that they should never ‘be’ what someone else wants them to be… just be YOU!

“I want to be high…so high…I want to be free to know the things I do are right…I wanna be FREE, just me…”  I can’t say I know Lionel Richie’s true sentiments when he wrote that line, but everyone can interpret things anyway they wish, and for me that line says to be “high” on life… not substance.  I feel strongly that we can be “high” ~ that we can rise above all the negative, if we choose to, and be free ~ I believe it’s a choice.

Surrounding yourself on Sunday mornings with all the things you truly love ~ using all your senses… sight, sound and smell…can be the first step in becoming “Easy” in this life. I try hard to practice it each week in our home and it seems to carry me. I hope it helps to carry my children as well.

Be Easy all… Happy Sunday!!

adolescence, awakening, communication, life, teenagers

The Many Meanings of Awakening.

  I love mornings. I love what it feels like to awaken. I love the silence, I love the unique way a morning can allow you to see the untouched beauty all around us before the hustle and bustle begins to stir.  I often talk to my children of the importance of gratitude and how critical it is to have it in our daily lives.  One thought I’ve always tried to bestow upon them is the joy of waking in the morning.  I want them to understand the gift we each have in this awakening.  When we close our eyes at night to end one day we can always go to sleep with the hope of rising again to the morning light.  I ask them… What if there was only darkness?  Do we take it for granted that there is light each day? That the sun rises each day?  These are very simple things that we often look past.  We all complain about the silliest things.  We lose sight of what is really important. 

My husband and I recently came up with a new idea to instill in our home.  In this ever-growing world of technology all of our children have smart phones.  Not an uncommon concern… they are continually plugged-in.  We set up a charging station in our bedroom back in December.  At 10:00pm the kids each bring their phones to our room for the night time hours.  This does a number of things… it allows the four walls in their rooms to literally be walls, as when they are on the internet it allows the whole world to enter their bedrooms.  We feel they sleep better and it is just all around healthier for them.  But I have to say the most important thing that has come from this new practice is the gift of their mornings.  It allows them to awake in the morning with there own thoughts.  It allows them to hear the quiet, hear the birds, feel the stillness.  I believe they had lost touch with what that could feel like, as they would roll over in a state of trance and grab ‘the world’ on the table next to them and begin their day with the thoughts of others.  The news feed of a social media site, a vine, a text message including drama about last night… It just doesn’t allow for any stillness.  I don’t believe this is a punishment, I believe it is a gift.

The dictionary definition of awakening is, as an adjective, ‘coming into existence or awareness’ or as a noun, ‘an act or moment of becoming suddenly aware of something’.   How many of us these days are even ‘aware’ of our surroundings?  How many opportunities are there in a day to have the ‘act or moment of becoming suddenly aware of something’? Do we embrace these moments?

I wonder this as I walk down the street and look into the faces of others.  I remember being a child and always wanting to catch the gaze of another, just to share a smile. I still do that, but as an adult it’s a different feeling I get, I often feel the pain I see in another’s eyes and wish somehow I could change it for them. Other times I see the sincere appreciation for the gift of my smile.  I am fully aware that everyone has a story and that who they are today is a product of something else, something they may have had no control over.  This is why I love teenagers so much and feel they should be nurtured.  As teenager’s they are so resilient, so aware, they see things so clearly.  They often can see what is right and wrong in their worlds and wish to be different from what is wrong.  I have always felt like there is a “window of time” for an adolescent to figure it all out, to get help with what they ponder in their minds, make sense of their emotions, all before entering into the pressures of the real world.  I believe they need to be heard, need to be understood, and be taught strategies for coping.  I also believe they need to be taught to ‘own’ their behaviors, not to blame others for their shortcomings… that they have the power over their own destinies.

The funny thing is people label teens for being confused and uncertain. I actually believe they are very certain. I believe they are often more aware than most of us, the ones I know are.  They are certain of what they feel they will never do as an adult, they know what it feels like to be hurt and swear they would never do that to anyone else.  It then all comes down to adulthood… how will they know how to be true to what they once believed for themselves? What tools do they need to stay strong in their beliefs?  How can we awaken that inner part of us all that just wants to be happy? I truly go throughout my day wishing that others knew that they can control their own happiness… it is to awaken each day and be truly thankful for another day.  Maybe today is the day you talk to someone about your fears and your struggles, talking can lessen our pain. If you don’t have someone to talk to, there are support groups for almost everything out there.  There are so many people struggling.  Begin to see and feel the light of each day, embrace it, awaken to it. Plan to go watch the sun rise tomorrow, teach yourself to feel it’s glory and it’s newness.
Haleakala-Sunrise

I love being awake!!