I would have trusted myself more.
I would not have had my Family of Origin in my life. Though that is an incidental thing I know now but did not know then because I still had hope for what could be. I would have been a stronger, happier mother and would have held the goal of providing a mentor for centering the self, facing the issue, and responding rather than reacting. As it was, I lost my confidence. I came to believe I must have done something very wrong. I tried so hard to find it so I could address it. I believed the professionals could help us. Maybe, I just got a string of really bad professionals?
But they did not help us.
Just the opposite.
In the end, a strong, capable mother who, right or wrong, believed in herself and her children, would have helped both D H and I to be the calm in the eye of the storm.
A huge piece of my healing now, and the healing my children are doing, has to do with my believing, and portraying to them, that they are brilliant and capable and strong. That the question is not whether or not a mistake has been made, but where we intend to take ourselves and our lives and how to go about getting there, from here. From where we are, today.
I believed they needed my protection, my guidance. The protection and guidance they needed then and need now, was their own. I wish I'd had the ability to believe I'd given them the tools they needed, and I wish I been able to believe they would come through, would turn things in ten thousand directions, in any direction they decided to go.
Any time.
Then, or today.
That strengthens my kids now. (When my son is speaking to me, that is. Which he sort of maybe is not, again, right now. I think we are doing Low Contact. Which is what we are always doing. Good. He knows how to bring himself through this. He does not need me.)
What the kids are doing is a choice.
Why doesn't matter.
I thought why mattered.
It doesn't, so much. It is what it is. An addiction is an addiction. No one can help us. That idea that someone can help us, that someone knows better than we do how to come through this is a tricky thing.
Where an addiction is concerned, we have to come through it ourselves.
I don't know what the answer is, for a mental illness. But I remember you SWOT, telling us that an illness does not excuse us from the consequences of our actions.
I've never forgotten that.
This is such a great question, SWOT. Because it is never too late to change what is, now. I am working very hard on that, today.
To be a better, stronger me, instead of a guilty, sorrowful me.
I would have done private school for them. (I did, but not until Junior High. I would have done it from the beginning, if I had it to do over. I would have Homeschooled, actually. But it wasn't so possible to do that, back in the day.) Montessori. I would have participated with them in martial arts. I would have put myself and my mothering first every time. But in that day and time, we were wives and mothers. Not just mothers.
Tanya...I was a mom at home. I was PTA, Brownies and Cubs and Scouts person.
(I did Girl Scout cookie campaigns so many times I don't care if I never see another one. Did you know the Troop receives almost nothing?) I went back to work when my kids were in Junior High. I worked part time, 11 to 3. I was there in the morning. I was there when they got home.
You could have blown me over with a feather when this happened to all of us.
It wasn't that you were a working mom, Tanya. Anymore than it is that I was a mom at home.
So that is what I would do differently. I would have been better than I was, better than I am.
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We all are faced with challenge. My children are not exempt from this and neither am I. As I see it now, my job as their mother was to be a human being capable of modeling balance and courage and strength in the face of adversity.
Not to protect them from adversity.
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For me, this has to do with the capacity to detach from the emotions that come up when we believe we have failed. And when we love them so much, maybe, almost certainly, more than ourselves. In fact, challenge is challenge. We cannot bargain with an addiction or an illness or my wiffling parenting, or the kind of marriage D H and I created, and neither can they. What we can do is learn correct response. This has to do with teaching the child that he is the one making the choices. Instead of allowing the crooked path of blaming and enabling and guilty mothering, which is what I did. I felt so responsible. I never wanted my children to suffer. I was horrified that they were suffering. To assuage my horror, I bounded from parenting technique to parenting technique. I enabled. I took control and somehow, that changed everything because I lost respect for my own children.
And for myself, of course.
I think that's what happened.
But we all suffer, to one degree or another.
My children are not exempt.
So, to teach our children how to keep their feet against the Wind is what I would do differently. I would not be so wrapped up in Family Dinner imagery that I accepted any behavior at my table without seeing it for what it was: Disrespect. Disrespect for self, and other.
That was the heart of the thing I did not address. Lying and stealing and everything that came from that, had to do with disrespecting self and other.
So says me. That is where I went wrong.
So, I would have respected myself and my courage and taught that to my children. I would not panic when things were so awful. I would not look in ten thousand places for answers that did not exist.
I would not have taken my daughter to that dual diagnostic. I would not have listened to a word they said, when they said she needed treatment.
I would never put her in treatment.
That was a bad mistake.
I can say that now.
But then, I did not know.
I did not know then that we were in deep trouble and though there were people who would take our money and take our children, there was no one to help us.
There was no one to care when our children were still so troubled and our family had begun to unravel. We would have done better alone than what happened to all of us with the help of the professionals.
I know.
Bad Cedar.
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