Everything’s Connected

16 year old on dock;  When it comes to parenting teens, you might find that everything's connected.

What will her future hold? The future’s so hard to see! When it comes to parenting teens, you might find that everything’s connected.

I’ve been noticing lately that everything’s connected in my life. When I take the time to look, events that might at first glance seem to have happened randomly, upon closer inspection, have common threads running through them.  When I reflect further, I often find areas where God might be speaking to me – there – in the midst of the mundane. I wonder if you’ve ever noticed the same type of thing in your life? 

One of the things I’ve been puzzling over lately is how to successfully navigate being the mother of a 16 year old daughter. She is not the same little precious infant who came out of my womb. All of her life has been spent changing and evolving, moving toward becoming an independent, fully functioning adult. That is, after all,  her job.

It is, in fact, the job of each one of us.

And while I serve in the role of “the mother”, that particular job description is in constant flux. The way you parent when your child is a toddler is completely different from how you parent when your child is a teenager. And if I do my job right at this stage, I will have, in short order, worked myself out of quite a few of the responsibilities I presently fulfill.  

It’s common knowledge that adolescence is a difficult stage in the life a human being, but learning how to evolve my parenting style as my kids have reached it has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I think there’s a mourning that parents of teens go through that isn’t talked about much. We long for the days when the challenges parenting presented were a lot easier to control. Parents of teens have to learn to let go of the older, more familiar ways of parenting. In the child’s earlier years, we felt, perhaps, more in control of certain variables and able to set clearer boundaries. As our kids mature, we have to learn to parent with a lot more uncertainty, a lot more prayer, and a lot more hoping for the best.

I’ve thought of a couple of things that have happened lately that might illustrate what I’m trying to say about everything being connected.

The other day, my daughter had gathered together several bags of clothing she no longer wore, that needed to be carted to Goodwill.  So, while she and I were sorting through her things, in order to make a list to make the donation tax deductible, I thought I would go upstairs and thin the Garment Herd populating my own closet, thus killing two birds with one trip to the Goodwill. Pardon the tangled metaphors.

My daughter is a skilled Goodwill shopper. She has an eye for the treasures in the trash. When I returned with my discards, before I knew it, she was going through my things,  asking if she might try on an item or two. She admired the colors, and the styles, which on her looked impossibly cute, trendy, and stylish. (On me, they had looked old, dated, and sad: a reminder of how long I allow things to moulder in that closet.)

I’ll come back to this story in just a minute to explain how it connects to what I’ve been thinking about parenting.

Here’s the second incident I wanted to recount, that seems related.  I had a dream the other night. In my dream, I was back in my parents’ house, a place I haven’t been in 15 years. In my dream, my parents were still alive. It was Christmas time, the time that all six members of my family of origin used to gather together.  We’d listen to old LPs on the stereo, eat the wonderful foods that filled the holidays of my childhood, and reconnect. My mom died when I was 29, and while she did get to meet my husband, and see us get married,  she did not live to see either of my children. But, in my dream, there I was at my parents’ house, and Mom and my sister had come in from shopping, and they had my darling daughter with them, who in my dream was just a toddler. She had a pink toboggan over her head to shield her from the cold, and it had fallen over her eyes. I could see that her nose was running, that her face needed to be gently wiped off with a warm wet washcloth. and then I would pat those rosy cheeks dry, and kiss that sweet, clean baby face. My sister lifted the hat from my little daughter’s head,  uncovering those green eyes of hers, and she saw me. And those huge eyes surrounded by starry black lashes lit up, and she reached for me with joy, crying, “Mama”. And then, I woke up. Upon awakening I remembered again the feeling of being loved that way by my children -so joyfully, and without reservation. I haven’t felt those emotions for years. Such a sweet, sweet feeling it is to be loved like that. It was a lovely, bittersweet dream.

The dream evoked a feeling-memory deep inside me, the memory of the love that mothers feel when their children are at that stage when no one but Mama will do. The memory was so sweet, and the feeling was so deep and so strong that when I woke up, I started crying from the joy of  re-feeling those strong emotions. As bonded as you might be to any of your kids, that’s how bonded I was to each of my kids. I was the one they reached out to, I was the one for whom they cried when they got hurt, it was my face that made  their eyes light up, every morning, as they did their little happy-dance in the crib, when I came in to get them up. For me, those times were so sweet. Each day began with such joy!

And then came adolescence.

And they still love me, but oh, how some of the shine has worn off of the Mommy Apple, in their eyes. Part of my daily joy as a mom has dimmed, as they have gone through what I believe to be the normal and healthy developmental stages of growing up. They’re exploring new interests. They’re pursuing their own dreams. They’re trying on new versions of themselves – of who they might want to be. My opinions have become less sought after, sometimes even treated as irrelevant. Their friends, their peers have taken my former place. I know that this is, in general,  the way things go for most teens. But still, occasionally, I mourn the loss of the intimacy we enjoyed for so many years.

I know they still love me, and every once in a while I see flashes of that old love, but I am coming to accept this new place I have in their lives. I’m no longer the sun around which everything revolves. In fact, there are moments when my star seems to have completely fallen out of their heavens.  My true position in their lives at present, reminds me more of an old sweater at the bottom of that pile of aforementioned clothes from my closet that we were getting ready to discard and drop off at the local Goodwill store. It – or I – served them well, for a time, but now they’re ready for something new. 

So in this process of  ridding our closets of a bit of clutter, I see a connection to some things that are going on emotionally, for me, as the mom of a couple of chicks readying themselves to leave my nest. I bring my old blouses and sweaters downstairs to add to the donation bag. and metaphorically,  it’s probably time to let go of a few old parental expectations, too: like the one where I hold a more central position in their lives. I know I am no longer that person to them.  It’s past time to let that one go.

Even so, it’s been a pretty painful process for a mom who has loved well. My words here are a part of my grieving process.

But then – back to the Goodwill story again, and this is the part where I see that things maybe really ARE all connected,  my daughter – the one with the eye for diamond in the dust – sees an old sweater that I’m giving away, and it’s a sweater that she holds up to examine, and then admire. And she says, “You know, with a pair of leggings, and a new belt, and my flowered skirt, I think this could be pretty fabulous. The color is perfect on me.” (Yes, my dear , I think to myself, it was perfect on me as well. I chose it specifically for the color. You and I, in our coloring, and in our emotional makeup, are so very close.)

“Could I keep it?” she asks with a smile, eyeing me somewhat coyly, knowing I was committed to getting rid of the junk, however painful.

What I had let go of, ready to relegate it to the discard pile, opening wide my hands to let it go forever, my daughter has chosen to redeem, and to restyle, into something that fits who she is, now.

A day or so later, I asked my daughter to help me cook dinner.  So while we made enchiladas, I asked her to tell me about a particular friend of hers that I knew she was enjoying getting to know, and lo and behold, she opened up, and began to talk animatedly of that friend, and of her life. And then later on, in the evening, she mentioned to me a book she had read. It was a book about spirituality, a book I’ve spent a year reading, dissecting, teaching to other women, and trying to apply, myself. And without me ever recommending it to her, she had chosen to pick it up on her own, and read it, in three days. And then casually mention to me how much she’d enjoyed it.

So, let’s see if I can pull all of these random ramblings together for you.

When I look at my dream of my daughter as a baby, and the experience of donating clothing, and then later cooking with my daughter as we made dinner: I see a theme. I think my dream was reminding me of the preciousness of  the love I have for my daughter. The love I have now is just as precious to me as the love I had for her the day she was born. But it’s grown over time, just as she has. And I think that the experience of  cooking and enjoying talking about life that night is reminding me that in the midst of growing up and individuating – which is really her mission in life, at present, that she still loves me. So, we are in the process, she and I, of learning to connect on newer, more mutually respectful levels.

And finally, I think sorting through the clothes that were donated to Goodwill was an incredible metaphor. I’ve realized that I’ve got to let go of some things that are no longer working in our relationship – attitudes that were cluttering up our ability to connect to each other, as we are, now. But at the same time, I see us each choosing to hold on to some really good things that were there all along: dusting them off,  shaking out a few wrinkles, and using them as the basis for some new outfits that will serve us better, in the now – in the  “what actually is” of our lives.

See? Everything really IS connected.

Are the seemingly random circumstances you’re walking through right now possibly connected? I think it’s worth it to ask that question. I think that when we take time to reflect, and ask the Father for insight, that God has a way of speaking to His children. John 10:27 says, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”

Take the time to ask, and listen, and see what things the Father might have to show you.

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Comments

  1. And the same goes on as the mother of a boy. A boy what doesn't call his mother. 🙂 And yet, we had a phone call the other day where he signed off with "Bye, Mommy". 🙂 "Mommy"? It had been years…

    He loves me. And she loves you.

    And someday, they'll have babies that we can hold, babies that will smile into our eyes.

    Pearl

    p.s. Had never heard the word "toboggan" used that way!! It's a hat? Up here, it's a sled!
    Now I have to look that up…
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  2. Diane Barlow says

    OK so this is definitely one of my favourite things that you have written. My eyes are still filled with tears, not quite spilling over onto my shirt yet. I think that means that you have beautifully expressed what has been my experience. Thank you so much Susan. When you hold your grandchildren for the first time your kids will look at you with those same eyes again because you will be their source of experience and comfort once again. Then they will form their own style of parenting and you will let them go to find their own way in that new world. The lovely circle of life eh?

  3. Susan, I know exactly what you're describing here, right down to the dream experience. As the parent of three adult children, it has been a challenge to learn to adjust to their different seasons of development, and how my role as their mom has changed at the same time. Now, with an incredibly quiet house and all of them "launched," I find myself in a new role once again – more of an advisor, I suppose. The most wonderful part is that, as they mature and even become parents themselves, that "mommy" love re-emerges, but in a new and improved way. Admittedly, relationships with daughters go through some very high and very low places, but in the end it does come back around. And the best prize of all is becoming a grandmother! 🙂

  4. sharongreenthal says

    I'm a few years ahead of you on the timeline of parenting, with a 22 year old son and 24 year old daughter – and what I can promise is that all of the love and attention you've given them will be returned to you when they are adults. The mother (and son) relationship evolves constantly, and then suddenly they are independent and strong and there to give back to you. It's quite amazing.

  5. Oh yes. This. Thank you for giving me a new metaphor – I love the Goodwill examples. I am in the midst of the attitude adjustment time myself, and you've given words to my experience. I figured the toboggan was a hat based on context, but I've never heard that term before! New vocabulary, new ideas. Thank you.

  6. Susan, wonderful post. I can completely relate to what you've said and I will share the way I began to look at the process of pulling apart: Your kids will become different people, but your kids will turn you into the next person you're supposed to be. Trust me, with a foundation like you've described, these relationships will come back around and you will be astounded at their depth.
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  7. Christi P. says

    Beautiful, Sooze. Just beautiful.

    And, for the record, a toboggan is a hat to me, too!

  8. imnotasupermom says

    You're a good mom and you've raised good kids. I'm glad you see and enjoy the new now. It's different, but it's still good.
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  9. Absolutely beautiful, Susan! You put perfectly into words the transition that we as parents go through – it isn't much easier for us than it is for the blossoming young adult.

    And I call a winter hat (like a knit-ish, pull on type hat) a toboggan as well. Perhaps a regional thing?
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  10. ” remembered again the feeling of being loved “…that way by my children -so joyfully, and without reservation.”

    Oh, Susan. This just hit the nail on the head for me! I have been feeling this way so much lately, as my daughter begins her senior year and my son enters middle school. I miss being loved so fiercely, just the way you described it. Beautiful post. You made me cry before I even finished my first cup of coffee! 😉

  11. akismet-1e1c2b44db5045ff7fe35fbf3a3d383f says

    Love your post Susan. Relationships with your kids do change. Although it's tough during the transition, now that my sons are in their 20's I really love the relationship we have and the adults they've become. They both are completely comfortable showing their love. Both now want to spend the time with my husband and I. Best of luck!
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  12. So glad to have found your blog today! I have two boys – 19 and 16 – and I'm finding myself feeling exactly the same way. It's such a difficult time to navigate – for them and for us – but such a beautiful time as well. I look forward tor reading more of your blog!

  13. As the mom of a sixteen year old boy (my last child), this resonated with me! I have been in sincere mourning since Spring. He drives, and so ended one day my driving him to school both ways. He never took a bus. Your words rang so true with me. We have to let some of those old expectations go. It is so hard. I'm making peace with my new place in his life. Your piece was just perfect. Thank you!
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  14. All I can say is wow. I'm speechless that you kept my attention with so many words. Good words. Strong words. Words of a good/great mother.
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  15. Camille DeFer Thompson says

    Amazing! I'll look at life's little moments differently now.

  16. Beautiful. Thank you.

  17. I have definitely struggled mightily with this too (daughter 18 and son 15). Thank you for putting words to it so eloquently.
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  18. Lovely post, Susan.
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  19. timbercreekfarm says

    My, oh my, this post really hit the spot and brought a tear to my eye. And I see from reading the other comments that many moms are dealing with "learning to let go." Thank you for sharing your heart. I know it will bless many others as it did me.

  20. I loved this, Susan, and I can see why you chose to share it today. I felt what you felt and think about how I miss how my son believed I was his entire world (along with my husband!) How he was someday going to move next door and build a tunnel between our houses. At 22 that's over. But his love is expressed in different and wonderful ways, and he's a good boy. That is everything.

    Our children, as long as they are happy and healthy, will go out in the world grounded in the love and support we've always, and will always, provide.That's what it's all about, right?

    Lovely, lovely post.
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  21. Rena McDaniel says

    This piece was very touching to me as I try and navigate my own relationship with my only daughter. She has just become a mommy not to the one expected baby but two and one with some temporary health problems. I look at her eyes so dark around the edges from no sleep and endless exhaustion and I just want to bring her home and take care of her but in my mind I know it is just a phase and I can only help her out so much but it just breaks my heart to see her struggle with anything. She went through so much to be able to have them at all, then went into labor so early and now dealing with those repercussions. I am struggling with wanting to help but wanting her to see her own successes. It's a hard line to walk.

    • A hard line to walk it MUST be!
      And just one more confirmation that as we parent our adult children, WE have to keep changing, because they certainly never stop. Thanks for sharing what's going on in your life, Rena.

  22. Martha Franco says

    Oh my dear friend–this brought tears to my eyes.
    Just beautiful!
    XO♥

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