”Your children express genetically whatever you repress. The purpose is to make sure that whatever you disown in your life, you attract into your life to learn how to own it so that you can be whole. Your children are designed to have a different set of values than you. You genetically gave it to them and their job is to make sure that any part of you that you haven’t loved and haven’t owned, they are going to push the button until you love it because you are going to love them no matter what and you have to learn to love that part of you that you ignored. So they are not here to be taught by you anymore than they are here to teach you. When you feel your buttons being pushed either by their actions or inactions; instead of reacting, reflect on the benefits of their traits to you and see how these actions or inactions serve you.” – dr. john demartini
This is exactly what has been going on between Coral and I. She just turned 7, yet she has been so clingy, and fearful, and anxious. She reminds me of me when I was young. I always wanted my mom. I cried a lot. I was shy, quiet, and tentative. And yet I am having a really challenging time supporting her through this. One would think I could just jump into this role, and give her exactly what I always wanted, love, hugs, kisses, attention, comfort, unending kindness and patience. And I do, to a point. Since this has been going on for almost 2 months now, I am over it. My patience has worn thin, and the whole situation just bugs me. I know that sounds harsh, but it relates to the above quote. It totally triggers my stuff. I was never taught to be gentle with myself, I was never taught to honor the feeling, give it space, give it love, to allow it to be there in me. So of course it pisses me off.
The quote reminded me today to do just that with her, and maybe even more importantly, with myself. Notice where I get set off, notice where i feel lost and over whemled, and acknowledge all those feelings on me. Then find the feelings in my body. Are they in my belly? chest? somewhere else? And put my hands there and connect with that part of me.
Tonight when she comes into my bed (which she usually does now) I will invite her in without a huff and puff. I will gently wipe her tears. I will hold her and love her. And I will know that as I do this for her, I will be doing it for my inner child as well. What a gift she is giving me, to find more softness in myself, to be more present, more loving.
I am grateful.
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