A few weeks ago, Megan wiped out on a snow hill and sledded on her
face for a distance, or so it seemed according to her wounds, which
included a big scab over cheekbone and temple, and some black-and-blue
around her eye. The damage was impermanent; all signs have vanished
already. Kids heal fast. I wasn't there for the accident, but Megan
cried out for me, Sara said, which makes me both happy and sad.
Last
night was a rough night. The kids were exhausted from sledding again,
and suddenly a dramatic crabbiness seized us all. I leave for China
tomorrow and I hate departing after a weekend of threats, standoffs, and
discipline, but it happens, since I'm missing them already, and they
likely sense the kind of weakness every child is expert at exploiting.
It's not malicious, but I have to meet it; we need to love and respect
each other especially before I leave for 10 days. Parenting has
its share of irony; this is one of those times I'm pretty certain I'm no
good at it. I'm only saved by the times I'm pretty sure no one else is
always good at it either.
Megan is a pistol. A
spitfire. A tough cookie. I love her dearly, and do my best to parent
her, but I'm afraid I often fail. I want my children to be emotionally
nourished, so I lavish them with love and encouragement. Pretty simple,
right? Of course not. Because coddling them is a disservice. But I
believe the surest way to diminish any sense of well-being and
fulfillment in adults is to stunt them emotionally as children. There
are some stiff people out there who could've used more hugs. But on the
flip side, when I see egotists, I wonder if they were spoiled as kids. Overall, I'm certain of nothing but the fact that raising
humans is both complex and comprehensive; and each critical balance to
be struck, phase to navigate, infraction to punish, infraction to
ignore, hug to be hugged, emotion to oppose, emotion to temper, emotion
to validate... these and a thousand other things should be managed
precisely specific to each child's unique and evolving personality. This
suggests a moving target, not to mention one that's volatile,
intricate, sensitive, not at all invincible, and often complicated or
clouded by deep, deep love. What could be easier?
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