I was sharing with a precious friend today and decided to blog the things we discussed. I will try to keep it short...
I remember learning as a child the 'violent', 'domineering' and 'agressive' side of parenting, I also learned very well that my worth or value came from what I did well or did not do well. I learned that when I was 'good' in the eyes of the authorities in my life all was well and when I was 'bad' then I could very well die. As with many that grew up like that it took me a long time as an adult to stop seeking validation from those around me. I was blessed with two sons and a daughter, and my eldest son remembers well how hard I was when he was little. I had become my mother, my aunt, my cousin, my primary school principal... I found bits of each of them in my mode of 'being a grown up' in authority.
I thank God for first realising I needed help long before I knew Jesus, yet aware it was His leading me. 15 years ago God began the process of healing in me, for me. Bit by bit as I was healed and began to grow up, I learned many things which not only changed my life, yet also the life of my childre and my parents. The following are things I have learned and the impact is nothing less than monumental. I pray in some way you may be blessed, challenged or encouraged to know there is a better way...
1/ That everything I do or say is my choice. No one ever makes me say or do anything I have not chosen to do. Chosing to go to pieces and
'react' totally irationally and over the top is still something I chose to do. Maybe the only choice I realise exists, still a choice. It is about being healed and learning to
'act' instead of reacting.
2/ When I feel I am going to
'lose control' it is exactly the opposite which is reality. This happens when the realisation hits that I never had
'control' in the first place, and it is my right, my due and my responsibility to have it. Thus like a banty rooster in a big red rooster crowd the flesh rises up to look as intimidating and threatening as possible. The bantum will stand as tall as possible, get as loud as possible, fluff up to look as big as possible, and get in a place looking down on others to look bigger. When the decision is made to do this, and it doesnt work, the so called 'logical' conclusion is try whooping down that which refuses your control. The desire for dominance says, the 'it' has to be dominated by any means possible.
3/ That I had to do everything myself otherwise it would not be done right and perfectly by anyone else. O and to make as much noise about how much I 'had' to do. Then I learned I was to teach. Teach my daughter how to be the woman and my sons how to be the men they were created to be. I was stealing this from them. I began to teach. My sons and daughter cook, sew, clean, iron and maintain their own space.
I remember that first day when God told me to stop stealing the manhood from my sons. I wept, repented and got up. I went out to my car, called my 13yo son and handed him the keys. I got him to park it where I had always done the oil changes. I handed him the new oil filter, the oil, the tools and then showed and explained how it was done. He said he had it. Against everything in me, I walked inside, turned the music up and stressed. haha. After about an hour and some more he came in through the back door. Casually I greeted him. He was beaming from ear to ear, stood about a foot taller than normal, and there was a light in his eyes I had not seen in a long time. I felt so good I went to my room and cried, for the first time I realised I was teaching my sons and daughter to be as gender confused as the world around them. I also realised I had the ability to do something about it.
4/ Having suffered depression for years, I was no housekeeper to say the least. I would meet people at the front of my house and only on the rare occassions when I had 'the house' under control did I invite people in. I loved a clean house, just didn't have one ounce of motivation, energy nor desire to do it. Then I would look at it and be so overwhelmed that it just added to my lethargy. Where would I start, how on earth would I ever tackle 'that mess'? It was like that when my children were told to clean their rooms, they would fuss, argue and we would fight.
One day, a wise friend said, 'this is not something to look at the big picture'. Do it one thing at a time. I thought about it. I looked at the lounge room (living room with no accent), looked at my children that I had called to my side and talked to them. We each agreed to pick up 3 things each and put them where they belonged. We laughed and joked and went to see who could do theirs first. We came back and each found 3 more items, they in turn found their place. 8 minutes and the lounge room was literally clean and tidy ready to be vaccuumed. Next was their rooms. The older ones did ten things, my daughter 5 (she could count to five properly). Some days we timed how long it took them to do their ten. Some times it was 3 lots and a biscuit (cookie) or fruit. It worked. This has become part of my nature more and more. When I forget (chase squirrels) to keep on top of things this process of Items not big picture still helps.
I had a lady share a little of her life, and her childhood. Her mother told her 'You can't do anything about being poor. You can do something about being a unclean'. Words well spoken.
5/ I learned to use the word
AND instead of BUT when dealing with my children. The word 'but' negates or cancels everything said before it in the ears and mind of the hearer. The word and includes both. 'I love you but you broke that vase' and they hear 'You broke the vase, I dont love you any more'. 'I love you but you made a huge mess' and they hear 'you made a huge mess, no more love'. 'I love you but your always late' and so on. The examples are endless. When we us and, it becomes an encouragement not a rejection. 'I love you and you broke my vase which was not good'. The action and the value have been separated. 'I missed you and your late again' separates action from person and gives motivation for change. Constant negativity breeds greater distances in relationships.
Last but not least...
6/ I taught my children to yell. They disobeyed or ignored, I yelled. Then yelled at them for yelling at me. Whats with that... One day, ooooo and it was soooooooooooooooo hard. I stopped and looked at them and said I am choosing not to yell any more. In this house we 'speak in a normal voice'. To get my attention or their own way they would yell, whine, moan, or half cry half talk, to which I calmly said 'when you want to talk to me in a normal voice I will be able to understand you and we can work out what needs done'. Ignoring them was the hardest thing ever to start with. They tried me soooo hard. LOL, but the first time I yelled they were so fast to use it on me. Together we learned the art of conversation and of respect. Still brings tears to my eyes. We find we can literally talk about anything.
To those that persevered to the end of this, and I apologise its so long, I thank you.
God bless you richly.