Sunday 27 April 2014

Guilty or Not Guilty?

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Our spring-break did not turn out as I had hoped. For reasons beyond my control my plans for quality time with both my boys failed to happen and I was left with a sense of guilt. 

It seems since the day Son1 was born I acquired the innate ability to feel guilty. I have a tendency to carry this emotion in my backpack (see my earlier blog “A Road Less Travelled”) allowing it to weigh me down and complicate my journey. 

I think being a mum is fertile ground for guilt and this is magnified when you are the mum of a child with special needs. It isn't easy to explain but my experience as a mum for my son's is completely different. I have spent hundreds of hours trying to help Son1 learn stuff that Son2 simply woke up one day able to do. Success for a child with such complex needs as Son1 is often measured by things not getting worse. This level of complete dependence and high level input can leave me with an overwhelming sense of never doing enough. 

Just recently I read a really helpful blog titled “A better way to say sorry” (http://www.cuppacocoa.com/a-better-way-to-say-sorry/). It’s worth a read and helps formulate the process of repentance and forgiveness in four easy steps.
                      I’m sorry for…..
This was wrong because….
In the future I will….
Will you forgive me…
We have employed these principles with Son2 and they are now stuck to our fridge as a reminder to us all.  


With my emotions still fraught after the school holidays I went for an early morning run as part of my 'emotional management programme'. (See my photo as proof) Don't be too impressed though, my usual response to emotional baggage is to eat and when jogging I look more like Phoebe from friends than Jessica Ennis. However, one of the feelings I needed to tackle was the extraction of the pointless weight of guilt occupying my backpack as a result of a false sense of what I ought to have done with the kids at Easter. So while my breathing became laboured, my trainers hit the pavement and I began to pray going through the four steps;

I am sorry for feeling guilty for circumstances beyond my control
This was wrong because instead of changing my behaviour I just felt bad about myself and displayed this to my kids.
In the future I will try to be more realistic about my expectations, recognise my limitations and let go of feelings that only act as a burden.
Will you I forgive me? Erm...yes

It was a helpful process, not only did my spirit feel lighter but I began to recognise how my guilt had warped my perspective. The spring-break had been a difficult couple of weeks but it was also peppered with many small, sweet memories created by my wonderful family. And the next time I need to deal with rogue emotions my only hope is that a run isn't necessary, although the guilt free chocolate brownie afterwards did work a treat.

There is a brilliant book currently at the top of the non-fiction charts called 'The Chimp Paradox' by Dr Steve Peters. In it he talks about being hijacked by emotions. Are there any emotions hijacking your life and making your journey more difficult? Is there anything taking up far too much room in your backpack? Tell me about your strategies for dealing with these emotions, I'd love to hear of some less sweaty or calorific techniques. 

Tuesday 1 April 2014

The Sun in our Solar System

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This week Son2 surprised me with a question:

"Can we go trick or treating?"
"It's ages away until trick or treating time,” I responded.
"Well when it is, can we go trick or treating?" I hesitated in consideration.
"I want to dress up as a ghost."
"Oh, ok,” I said, trying to sound interested.
"I could go with Daddy and S and we could be the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit."

I laughed so hard that Son1 too became infected and we both giggled uncontrollably. This conversation sums up Son2 perfectly. He mulls over information then applies it to life. He’s a geek, like his Dad, and interested in wildlife, space and history. In his bedroom the planets of our solar system hang suspended in the air and at night, when the lights are out, clusters of stars illuminate the ceiling.

Before my Son2 was born, our family’s own solar system simply contained the planets of me, my husband and Son1. In a couple of weeks we will celebrate the arrival of Son2's bright, energetic and chaotic planet, which before long filled our home with imagination, originality and creativity. He enlivens our family with flair, humour and joy. There is so much to celebrate when we take time to be thankful for him.

In our family’s solar system each of us are planets orbiting a sun, following our own paths like a carefully co-ordinated dance; interdependent, influenced by and reliant upon each other. I suspect most people have something in their solar system that can distort their view, draining too much energy or time. In the past I have found it too easy to slip into an orbit that solely revolves around special needs. There have been occasions when the moon of disability that revolves around Son1’s planet has dominated our family life, distorting our trajectories with its dramatic gravitational pull. Occasionally, it has felt as though everything is sucked into its grasp, becoming warped by its power and hold. But this moon is neither my son’s planet, nor our family’s focus.

I used to think the most important factor when making decisions about Son1's care or education was what was best for him, but that is no longer my gauge. Today we try to make decisions in relation to what is best for us as a family, considering what keeps our whole planetary system in order, not just the large disability moon, or even Son1’s world. We ask questions like, ‘How much of an impact will this have on everyone,’ or, ‘Should the needs of others in the family take priority at this time?’

I haven't always found it easy to know how to balance my time and energy as a mum and there have been times when Son2 has missed out at the expense of Son1’s care. It is easy to allow the large disability moon to dominate, permitting it to become the sun around which our planets circle. We, however, made a very clear decision not to let Son1 or his disability become our sole focus. Son1 gets a disproportionate amount of time, care and attention, and that is unavoidable, but we make every effort to ensure that each member of our family is held with prominence and value.

Choosing your sun is an important activity. Life can creep up on you and when you look around, the sun you are orbiting isn’t at all what you had expected or intended. It is important to ensure the force that is determining your path is a source of energy and light you want reflected in your life.

A couple of years ago we changed tack and rather than simply responding to the crises life threw at us, we began trying to make intentional decisions that felt like choices not reactions. We took time to define the sun we wanted to orbit, ensuring our focus and paths were being determined by the values we hold most dear. For everyone that sun will be different. In the core of our sun we hold the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, wanting our lives to reflect God as we love each other, living alongside the other solar systems in our galaxy.