Aaahhhh….relaxation.
How you ask? How do you possibly achieve this state of being while parenting…..while it is seemingly the exact opposite?! Two. Tiny. Words. F@&! It. And, no, you don’t have to use these specifically, but the idea behind it is where the keys to the kingdom lie.
There is such a level of freedom when this is adopted. It isn’t lack of care or concern or even years of pent up pet peeves. It’s an understanding that, in the full picture….heck even in the smallest pixels….certain things just aren’t worth the holding onto. We can take something small like Jimmy playing in that mud puddle you asked him not to play in while dressed for Easter all the way up to Tina telling you those whopper lies at an age where she should know better (like….A WHOLE LOT BETTER!). Even the best of us can get caught up in the moment and feel the rage-o-meter rise! That’s where you need to have a very large container of “F.I.” on tap. Douse the flames before they get out of control. Momma…….let me let you in on a little secret….
…stains happen….and that is usually what a washing machine is for. Just think of the stories that will come for YEARS because Jimmy looks like he is wearing brown, knee high socks in that picture! And Tina…yes, you want her to stop lying, but it isn’t a personal attack on you! It is a scared/uncertain/hormonal issue for her. Help her see that you aren’t the enemy and won’t fly off the handle. Are you sick of it? Yes. Yes, you certainly are. There is a learning lesson for you both in that moment and you both have to learn it. Teach each other. Because, even though we “say so”, we don’t know it all, do we? I know, I know….they think we do. And some days, we seem to actually have ALL of the answers. Seriously? Kudos to us on those days. Yeah….brag.
In natural form to these blogs….OF COURSE I have stuff from my own life to share! The reason I even got to this wonderful canister of flame flattening foam was a year, clearly sent, wrapped, delivered, and sitting there impatiently waiting for me to unwrap all of the goodies given, straight from Satan. Very long story short: separation, moving out with girls, moving back in with girls, divorce, selling of house, moving, continued ‘pandemic’ nonsense, life in general, yadda, yadda. My children, now 20, 13, and 6, are a-frickin’-mazing! I learned so much from them during all of this. These three girls, in these three completely different stages in their lives, literally put me in a place where it wasn’t even survival but motivation to maneuver. Did I have to go to the place of “parent strength” sometimes? Yes. But it was never a negative reason or surrounded by negative feelings. And that’s because these chicks handed me an empty canister and then started teaching me to fill it with “F.I.”.
My oldest: the wise, the savvy, the positively persistent, the leader of the pack, the responsible, the academically driven, the laser focused. You have her in your head? Ok, now add to that: stunningly exotic, incredibly hysterical, massively talented. So this is the chick that we all wanted to be like or be liked by or just get to smell as she got close. She isn’t “popular” in the sense that you get when you think of what that means to you. She’s just…..that one. Sort of a loner by choice, not friends with the fake people, one of those hot nerdy types. She does suffer HEAVILY from RBF, but is the biggest quirky goofball you could ever meet.
My “middle” – I put middle in quotes because she is just second born. With so much space between all of them, she wasn’t ever really “middle-d”: the oblivious, the overly laid back, the do the minimum it takes to get by, the ‘I’ll get to it’, the unorganized. You have her in your head? Ok, now add to that: absolutely gorgeous, persistent, so uniquely talented, can make a friend anywhere, super social. This girl is the fancy one and not in the sense of high maintenance. She is messy chic. LOVES her some overly ripped jeans and a frumpy tee, but has to add a blingy necklace and elbow high, fingerless, knit gloves. Like, if goth and grunge had a baby who was into princesses. Like Courtney Love from the 90’s and from now, but both living in the present. Screw it! She’s an anomaly, super emotional in every direction, the greatest challenge and the most successful reward. She looks up to her big sister SO MUCH, but realizes that her happiness does not live in that level of achievement and performance. We are learning to be in a space of good flow together.
My youngest: the stubborn, the equal to her older sisters, the toughy, the truth-teller, the jokester, the line toe-r, the baby. You picturing that? Ok, now add to that: the “Entertainment” <–actual nickname given to her, puppy eyed, comfortable in her own skin, adored by everyone, street smart. This one, at 6, has NO concept that she isn’t on the same level as anyone she meets. She will add to any conversation whether it is being held by her peers, her sisters’ friends, or adults. With a wicked (not mean) sense of humor, timing, and sarcasm, she can fling a one liner so fast that you’ll never see it coming, barely hear it, but it will mind ninja you later. She’s a sponge for knowledge (useful and not), coordinated in a big body beyond her years so actually gets a bit mistreated because people think she is way older than she is. This one….is the “completion”. She complements her sisters so well, that they are truly and perfectly a right triangle.
All of this to say, these are the troopers that I have by my side and under my care that teach me something new every day. The oldest and youngest can get so mad about things, and two minutes later it is like nothing had ever happened. The oldest resolves it, usually, in a very take charge manner. The youngest by moving onto the next thing. The middle musics or draws it out, holds it in for a little while, then cries. All of these ways have been “me” at some point throughout my life, but these are the things we tend to forget, or want to forget, but do ourselves a great disservice thinking that they aren’t important to our now. Each of us has reached a point because of all of that. Some things we can correct. Most things deserve a big ol’ “F.I.” and movement forward. It brought us where we are. Lessons learned. Lessons appreciated. Growth and movement.
There are people who I have formed very close friendships with over the years that I have severely dropped the ball. “F.I.” – contact them. There are boxes still taking up the garage from the move 6 month ago. “F.I.” – a box every 3-4 days (or 8-9) works. Having to take on another job to pay for college. “F.I.” – she made a very smart decision where to attend and it is extremely doable. It is a blessing, not a burden. Grades aren’t where I would like them to be. “F.I.” – she had an extremely tough year and we go into high school with a new lease on life, new outlook, new everything. She is learning herself and resilience. The sassy attitude is getting one eyeroll closer to all nerves gone. “F.I.” – she doesn’t understand what is happening and has all the feels. Being strong willed will serve her in her future, even though I want to wipe it out of my house now. Groceries and gas cost a kidney on the black market. “F.I.” – I am in a position to be able to handle these extras for now. Cell phone keeps crapping out. “F.I.” – I really don’t like people that much anyway. The digging site across the street makes noise all day. Ok, ok, this one might not get the same reaction. But you follow me, right? All of these things, big or small, don’t have the control over us. They happen. They are events. What you choose to do with those events is where the beauty lies.
This post isn’t exactly where I wanted it to be…………..guess what………