Recently I led a discussion group at a neighborhood preschool. I began by asking folks to share their greatest surprise about parenting. Not surprisingly, the overwhelming majority said they were shocked at the depth of feeling, most often—but not only—anger that arose while caring for the very kids that they loved so very much.
I emphatically agree. I love my kids and I get sooooo angry at my kids. That surprised me too. At first. But when I was able to take a step back and get some space from the feeling I remembered: Not only is anger okay, it is expected. All feelings are normal and important to recognize, and most important is what you do with that feeling.
I received a lot of great feedback from the participants that night, and a lot of questions since, so I’m going to put together a series of blog posts, hoping that they will be helpful to someone in the future.
Let’s start by talking about attachment. Attachment has become sort of a parenting buzzword, so I want to make sure that we all know what it is. Attachment is the bond between two people. The bond could be between siblings or partners but for the purposes of our discussion we will talk about the bond between parent and child. The goal as parents is to create a bond that feels secure and reliable so that the child feels safe to go off on their own in the world. After all most of us aren’t hoping for kids who will be dependent upon us for the entirety of their lives, right?
Attachment means there is a desire for regular contact with the other person, and there is some stress when the other person is not there. This is the concept of missing people when they are not with us. To clarify this point, stress is a necessary fact of life and parents have to help their child learn to tolerate larger/longer separations so they can go off on their own. That process happens as the child learns to keep an image of the parent in their head. Recognizing that the parent still exists when they are not physically with them is a major developmental milestone for kids, and each person has their own unique way of learning and tolerating separation. This is why the games peek-a-boo and hide-and-seek are favorites with the under 10 crowd, they are using play to figure this out on their own.
One parent in the pre-school group said: It’s incredibly stressful to have to constantly be one step ahead of my children. Always trying to anticipate their needs feels impossible and exhausting. How does the attachment process happen then? How does a parent know when and how to respond to a child’s needs? After all kids are continually changing.
It is exhausting because it is impossible. Secure attachment does not require the parent to respond immediately to every cry and desire of the infant or child. Nor does attachment require that the parent be physically present all the time. Nor does the parent need to be one step ahead, anticipating every need. Attachment creates a scaffold for the child so that they can learn to operate in increasingly complicated ways, on their own.
Here are my questions for you, my readers. How do you know that your child is attached to you?How do you know that you are attached to your child? How do you scaffold for your children what you want them to know? What questions do you have about attachment?
Many people have asked me, "What exactly is depression?" and "What can I do for myself or a friend or family member if I or they are depressed." This short cartoon answers many of the FAQ that I get. Take a few minutes to watch it and educate yourself.
I had food poisoning this week. Getting sick was an uncomfortable experience to be sure; not only the acute phase of ridding my body of the poison, but the after affects of feeling low energy and "off." The experience reminded me how thankful I am for my health. Then Kismet! My dear friend and colleague, Dr. Sarah Sarkis, published this article on Elephant Journal. The article talks about the connection between gut-health and mental health. If you've ever suffered from not feeling well physically or emotionally, this article may have something of interest to you.
I was finishing my workout when my trainer asked me how much I was running lately. For a split second I contemplated lying, but then sheepishly admitted…running has fallen off my radar…I keep meaning to, but I’ve got a million reasons that get in the way. I’ve known Cody long enough to know that he does not care about my excuses. Think ex-marine, and you’ll get the idea. He looked at me and said here’s your goal: Twenty minutes twice a week. Ten minutes out and ten minutes back. Done.
When he said that, a light bulb went off. Right! Of course I know this. This is what I tell my clients regularly. If you want to make a change, it has to be: Small, Specific and Manageable.
Take New Year’s Resolutions for example. January 1, we all resolve to be better versions of our selves. We will join (or start going to ) a gym! We will become healthier! Take care of our selves! Eat more vegetables! Do more in each day! And get more sleep! Right? Right? Then why do our best intentions fail so often? What makes change so hard to implement? Basically, because we have to learn how to be successful at making change.
If you set a lofty goal like: I’m going to get healthier. It’s too big. It’s too vague. What does healthier even mean in this context? How do you do that? Maybe you start by giving a go at changing one behavior one day and then try another the next. Perhaps by the fifth day you forget which action you were supposed to do that day and when you slip up, you are critical of yourself and simply scrap the whole plan or think: I’ll start again tomorrow.
This pattern can impact any project such as finding a job, or writing a paper. If you think I’ll spend my whole day working on my project and then you don’t, you feel like you’ve failed. Often the natural response is I’ll do twice as much tomorrow. But tomorrow comes and twice as long feels more overwhelming…and then after three days of that you just want to give up. Instead, if you are looking for a new job, to write your dissertation, build a home yoga or meditation practice, or even to eat healthier, it’s all the same idea. Set goals that are Small, Specific and Manageable.
When I’m talking to clients I suggest: try to do one task for ten minutes each day. You can always find ten minutes right? (If you answered no, then start with 5 minutes). Once you’ve done that you can go on to whatever other stuff is calling to you. Maybe you’ll just do the 5 minutes, maybe you’ll do some more. Either way, you’ve done something towards your goal, which makes you feel good about yourself and here's the catch, more likely to succeed the next day.
Another example: Instead of I’m going to work out more, try I’m going to go to the gym twice a week for 20 minutes. Then once that feels like it’s a comfortable routine you can think about upping it. Again, keep the increments small...and by small I mean smaller than whatever it was that you thought to do. If you want to incorporate a home yoga or meditation practice, give yourself the goal of doing 1 sun salutation a day for a week or sitting meditation for 3 minutes a day. Or if your goal is to eat more healthfully add a specific goal rather than denying yourself. I’m going to sit for five breaths before I start eating. OR I’m going to add one new vegetable this week. OR I’m going to put my fork down between bites.
We are all constantly evaluating what we do and how we measured up. We are conditioned to think that bigger is better, but every journey starts with one step. When it comes to accomplishing goals, small steps have powerful long term impact. The trick is, set yourself up for success so that you continue on that road. If you have a success, no matter how small, you are more likely to continue on that path.
The first few days of Kindergarten my son came home excited and happy. After a few weeks that started to change. About a month in my normally exuberant kid said, “I hate school! I don't want to go back!” My initial instinct was to respond, “But you have to go!” Instead I somehow managed to stifle that urge and instead asked him why he was feeling so unhappy. After some tears and some hugs he said, “ There are so many things to learn, so many things to remember. I feel so little and I hate making mistakes.”
I was struck in that moment by an onslaught of fears, feelings, worries, and a totally inappropriate urge to laugh. I thought silently; Oh God! You are going to make so many mistakes! Lighten up! Thankfully I managed not to say that and to keep a straight face. Instead I said to him, something along the lines of “Yeah. I get that. But we all make mistakes, that’s part of learning.”
He thought about that for a moment and responded, “But you guys never make mistakes.I wish I was a grown up. Then I would never make a mistake.” I did laugh at that one. “Uh. Yeah. I could see how you might think that, but I make mistakes everyday, and I’ve made mistakes everyday of my life. Everyone makes mistakes. It’s part of life.” His red eyes seemed doubtful, but his mind was on something else already and the conversation changed. Phew! I thought. Crisis averted.
Until a few days later. He came home from school crumpled and dejected. Again he said he hated school, learning was too hard, he made too many mistakes and he didn't want to go back. Suddenly, this was now a thing. An event to be dealt with. My mind started reeling. What happened? How did this happen? Did I do this to him? Is this because he’s the oldest? Is this because we are too hard on him? Do I push him too hard? Is this my fault? Did I do something wrong???
That’s when it hit me. I was doing the same thing. I was falling into the same trap as my son. The trap of thinking that I have control over anything. The trap of thinking I could be a perfect mother. The trap of believing that I can keep my children safe from pain. Oops! Crud! How many times do I have to learn this lesson?
Apparently I am going to have to learn this one again and again. So I did what has worked in the past. I tried to slow down and pay attention to my self. I realized how afraid I am of making mistakes. I recognized the familiar voice telling me: I might look stupid. I might look silly. I might look incompetent. People might not like me. Darn. Right back here again.
I decided to face my fear and make a list of my daily mistakes to bring to his attention. Every time I messed up, I told him. We’d talk about it and routinely, he forgave me much faster that I ever forgave myself. I realized how much more likely I was to voice the faults I found, than talk about what was right in the world. Together we changed our goodbyes. Instead of saying “Have a Good Day!” we said, “Try your best and make lots of mistakes!” Finally, one morning we decided to look up “famous mistakes.” What we found was awesome. We found out that the slinky…was a mistake. Post-it Notes…mistake. Silly Putty….mistake. But the best, happiest mistake of all….Chocolate Chip Cookies!
Now, upon further research I’m not sure if the Toll House story is true or not. But it was true for him. This story helped him to hold in his mind that he can make mistakes and that maybe even something brilliant and yummy will come out of it. We’ve continued to work on this. Him in his way, and me in mine. I try to remind myself that there is no such thing as perfection, that life is good, right here, just as we are, and that by sharing our successes as well as our failures, we can help each other grow.
It’s been a glorious summer in New England. Not too hot, not too cold, plenty of sunshine. Yet, as I’m writing today it’s raining and just a little bit chilly. I feel like there is change in the air. The hot summer days, are turning just a tad cooler. We haven’t needed air conditioning at night this week. Yesterday I noticed that dusk came just a bit earlier. People are talking about school starting.
While I’m not ready to hang up my beach pass yet, I see that autumn is on it’s way. I’m waiting for my tomatoes to ripen, and I’m ready to wear some of my fall wardrobe. I’ve always loved living with the seasons because of the constant reminder: change happens. In fact, the only constant is change.
I remember the moment that this idea first truly hit home, and gave me a great sense of relief. I was a new mother, sleep-deprived, hormones-ranging, living in a new life, missing my old life, my familiar friends, my pre-baby-body; missing my old-familiar self. To summarize: I felt a lot of anxiety. When my baby would cry, and I couldn’t differentiate (and I thought that I was supposed to be able to) between a cry for food, or sleep, or comfort, I got anxious. When I couldn’t manage to do the things that I thought that I “should” be able to, or that I used to be able to, I felt anxious. When I was snowed in for two weeks because Washington DC was experiencing the worst winter in its history, and I was alone and bored, I felt worried that I would be stuck there for ever. Enter: my Best Friend. She listened and over the phone reminded me of her mantra. This one had helped her through her own dark moments of new motherhood and uncertainty. She said to me: Remember, this is only a phase. There is a reality outside of this. I felt like something shifted, or maybe more like something settled. AH-HA! That’s absolutely right.
Even now, when I feel like everyone is yelling at me, and nothing is going as planned, that phrase grounds me. I know that whatever is happening will end. The anxiety rises when I am holding onto something too tightly and I fear that I will lose my grasp. I try in those moments to breathe, and remind myself that I don’t have to worry about losing my grip, because my grip too will change, whether I want it to or not.
This topic of change and the feelings that come up around change is constant. More often than not, life feels like a roller coaster with the stomach drops and the terrifying ascents into nothingness. In the off moments, when I am calm and feeling like a whole person, I can snuggle into the ubiquity of change yet again and remind myself that through change, life happens.