Sometimes the child is the teacher.
We spend so much time parenting, that we often lose sight that our children chose us for a reason. It is not just us who are teaching them about life, the biggest lessons may be coming from them.
When communicating with Thorr and Caesar, I have learned to pay great attention to what they say and do.
Rey and I could not discipline Thorr. When he misbehaved, we took away his favorite toy and told him that he would get it back when he learned to behave.
Instead of trying to get back the toy that we took from him, Thorr would find something else to play with. And when we took that something else, he found something else and something else. Rey and I would end up giving him back all the things we’d taken.
It didn’t matter to Thorr one way or the other.
It is recently that I have come to understand the lesson that Thorr was teaching me... much of the things that robs us of sleep, peace of mind and happiness, much of the things that we believe are so important are illusions that will crumble when confronted. Their only importance is that which we give them. Their value is what we place on them. The power they have is that which we have bestowed upon them.
We are the creators. That means we also have it in us to make the important not important, the valuable not valuable and the powerful not so powerful in our lives.
The hurt we tell ourselves will last forever, fades with time.
Heartbreaks though they wound, do heal.
Out of the ruins of a shattered life, begins a new chapter and journey.
The man/woman who we believe we cannot live without, we will find one day that we are adaptable and can and will do the impossible.
I watch Thorr in his world of detachment and wonder if he is insightful beyond his years or if he was made this way.
When ask recently what it is I hope for, I realized that the hopes that I have aren’t for me. One cannot help but hope for their children…I hope that the boys will grow up to be happy, healthy, well-adjusted men. I hope that Thorr will stop searching for the father that he will never find. (That seems to be one of his obsessions. I fear his search will only take him to dangerous places)
I hope every second of every day that I am not with Caesar for his well-being and safety.
“Don’t you hope for the perfect man?” Jen asked. “Enough money so that you never have to work? A mansion? Long life?”
“No,” I said.
I live in my moments and I take life as it comes. I work hard at what moves me. And sometimes I stand still and become part of the landscape.
I have lived long enough to know that no man is perfect.
Money does not have the value we place in it. I want to work doing something that's meaningful and adds purpose to my life.
What would I want with a mansion?
Life was loaned to me, how long I live may be beyond hope’s reach.
I can't think of anything that I must have except water and food and shelter while living my loaned life.
The hopes that I have aren’t for me. They are for the exploited and the abused, the helpless, homeless and hungry in a world of excess and waste.
I have learned what Thorr knew long ago. Like the quote by Alice Walker, I live without expectations, and frugally on surprise.
Lessons learned..... And I suppose in recognizing that we give things their value, we learn to value ourselves first.... Thanks for sharing, again...
Posted by: TheRustGeek | Monday, 13 August 2012 at 10:28 AM
So true. I've gotten over men I thought I would never get over. When my mom died, I was 15. I didn't think I would survive the loss. I have.
Time really does heal all wounds.
That kiddo of yours sounds awesome .
Posted by: Pam | Monday, 13 August 2012 at 11:14 AM
Very profound, Kitten. You have me thinking about all kinds of things.
Posted by: Cyn | Monday, 13 August 2012 at 07:11 PM
'Life was loaned to me, how long I live may be beyond hope's reach'
Kitten, you write the most profound things. Every time I come here, I sit still for a moment and contemplate.
Beautiful and insightful.
Posted by: Victoria | Tuesday, 14 August 2012 at 11:37 AM
I like this alot. We are the creators and the destroyers. This is a wonderful lesson to learn.
Posted by: Lisa | Wednesday, 15 August 2012 at 11:28 AM
Very insightful, Kitten. Children are always teaching us but we are not paying attention.
Posted by: Mel | Thursday, 16 August 2012 at 11:44 AM
Love this. The older I get, the less hopeful I am. I don't know yet if it's a good thing. Time will tell.
Posted by: Em | Friday, 17 August 2012 at 11:00 AM
Sadly, It IS harder to remain hopeful the older we get. We have to balance the good with the bad.
Posted by: Sharron | Sunday, 19 August 2012 at 04:45 AM
There is much freedom living in the moment.
Posted by: Bill | Sunday, 19 August 2012 at 02:07 PM
Kitten I love your writing. I just spent sometime reading through your archive. You are blessed.
Posted by: Angella | Monday, 20 August 2012 at 11:45 AM
"We are the creators. That means we also have it in us to make the important not important, the valuable not valuable and the powerful not so powerful in our lives."
I love this! It is a realization that I've grown into and in my fifties. If Thorr is insightful beyond his years, I would say it runs in the family. :)
Posted by: Dee | Wednesday, 22 August 2012 at 07:45 PM
True, children can be our teachers even without knowing it. And things have only the importance that we give to them. Hope you're having a great weekend, Kitten.
Posted by: Adura | Sunday, 26 August 2012 at 08:04 AM