Indulgent. Neglectful. Authoritarian.
These terms describe different parenting styles that can strike fear into any parent’s heart. Just reading them sends a chill down my spine. I can’t help but think about how I might relate to at least 8 out of 10 of the traits associated with these styles.
Have you ever given in to your child’s requests, buying them something they wanted, like those flashy headphones? BINGO! That’s an Indulgent mark. What about those nights when you couldn’t muster the energy to cook dinner for days on end? BINGO again! There goes the Neglectful box. And then there’s that moment you stood your ground on not getting them a smartphone, even when all their friends had one—oh yes, pile those red chips into the Authoritarian category.
Parenting is my life’s greatest endeavor, occupying my thoughts from dawn to dusk. It has consumed me and nourished me for 20 years. Yet, I often feel like I’m stumbling through the dark without a clue. The fear I sometimes feel eclipses the ease I find in moments of joy. Not even a Civil War reenactment with my high school boyfriend could compare to my uncertainty in parenting.
At night, I remind myself: “Forgive yourself as you forgive them.” I carry a note in my wallet that reads: “Mistakes are part of learning.” I even have a Post-It on my mirror that says: “You don’t just move on; you learn.” These reminders are my lifelines, helping me navigate through the fog of uncertainty until I no longer feel like I’m grasping in the dark. Each time I think I’ve familiarized myself with the terrain, someone seems to rearrange the furniture.
My childhood memories echo in my mind, filled with feelings of being misunderstood and isolated despite being surrounded by family. This past experience leads me to question whether I’m providing my children with what they truly need. There’s a delicate balance between allowing them to feel empowered and independent while still guiding them. Growing up, I often felt voiceless, which stunted my ability to express myself. Now, my three children look to me for guidance, gratitude, and sometimes even resentment. They’ve always felt safest in my presence, even during those early days when my husband would hold them up so they could see me in the shower, their cries echoing in the bathroom.
Now, I enjoy showers without interruptions. I no longer have to announce my every move, like: “Mommy’s going to the bathroom now. I’ll be right back.” The chaos has settled, and I finally have a moment to breathe. Yet, with my youngest now 13, I see him navigating his own dark spaces, trying to define who he is as he transitions into adolescence. This is a challenging phase, caught between childhood’s comfort and the expectations of independence.
When he hands me an invitation to engage in conflict, I can choose to respond with open arms instead of fighting back. It’s his choice whether or not to embrace that safety, but I want to always be the one he feels secure with.
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In summary, parenting is a complex and often overwhelming experience filled with self-doubt and emotional challenges. Yet, through it all, the goal remains clear: to be a source of safety and support for our children as they navigate their own journeys.
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