Where does the numbness come from?
I have wondered this for so long, long before I could put a label on what it was, or what it was doing but now I understand and against all logic, on this particular topic, knowing makes me sadder than not knowing. You often hear the phrase of fight or flight but I think there is a third category of person, the one who remains. There are fighters and we all have them in our lives and look at their tenacity and ability to push everything else away in order to fight for their goal, purpose, mission, whatever it may be. We all have those who fly, perhaps at the earliest sign of trouble or perhaps just before the wall comes crumbling down but they leave and they move on. Then there are those who remain, mostly because they were raised to believe that abuse was love and not that abuse, from someone who should love you is in fact NOT love. As a child you have to remain because you are too small or too alone or too scared or too unknowing, so you do and you grow and you thrive and if you do not fight, for fear of being seen even more, and if you do not fly, for fear of being caught by the tail feathers and dragged back, you simply remain.
This is where the numbness comes from, I spent years feeling more than I would wish on anyone in a lifetime and I thought it was me being a fighter. I moved from place to place and followed the adventure and I thought that was me flying. Now, as a mother of two young children, in the middle of a political, viral, moral and social war, I realize that I am remaining because it is the only choice I have. I cannot fight my way to November, I cannot fly away from this illness and I cannot protect my children from the reality they are in. I have to remain and that feeling of being stuck, of being unable and of being helpless takes me back to a time where I would rather not be.
Moments catch me off guard, a moment when I see my daughter being impacted by this distance learning structure and I know that everyone around her is doing everything they can to support her but the reality is that it cannot be enough because it is such a foreign way to exist. These moments feel like a tidal wave of emotion and my body feels flooded and I want to fight and I want to run and I want to ask anyone who will listen to please help me, please help in any way you can. I have literally gotten on my knees and prayed to a God I have only called upon a handful of times in my life and one which I know nothing of, because I have nowhere else to go. It is in these moments I remember that I do have a place to go and I am there. I have my home, I have my routine, I have my role as a mother and a wife and a friend to myself and that role is still there, all I have to do is put one foot before the other and I will be everywhere and do everything that needs to be done. This is where I go numb, I accept that remaining is the only real choice and my emotions become wet socks on an already cold day. Yes, they are a great tool but right now, in this moment, they are useless and there is nowhere to put them to dry so they must remain where they are until the sun comes out, and it will. The sun will come out and the clouds will dry, but for now, they remain. So for all of you out there who have been trying to figure out why you aren’t a fighter and why you aren’t a flyer, I want to commend you on your strength to remain. People study their entire lives to learn the art of meditation, to metaphorically be able to sustain focus when there is a stampede of elephants running by you and you have achieved that. You stand on your own two feet and you put one foot in front of the other and you hold everything you need to hold until you can put it down, stretch your arms and feel the weight lifted.
This month I am highlighting a guest writer; Lacie Martin
Tried-and-Tested Tips to Help You Achieve Work-Life Balance When You Work From Home
The idea of pursuing a full-time career from home is truly a compelling one as it promises flexibility and a great deal of family time. Yet, if you’re not careful, you may find yourself more burned out than you would be in a regular 9 to 5. Here are some foolproof tips that can be of great help in maintaining a healthy equilibrium.
Tech can make your life easier, and yes, there’s no dearth of ways you can make great use of it as you balance work and family life at home.
Working from home full time while also maintaining a healthy and happy home can sometimes be too much of a tall order, so something’s definitely got to give.
Balancing work and home at home is not for the faint of heart, so make sure to keep yourself supported on the day to day.
Ultimately, how well you balance your work and home life depends on how open you are to making use of the tools and other resources available to you, as well as how you stick to the routines that truly serve you and your family. The bottom line is, it can be done, so yes, you’ve got this!
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Don’t you miss the days when the most common question you were hearing was “what kind of milk in that latte” or “what time do the kids have to be picked up from camp?”.
The days we are in will forever be remembered and not just in our minds but in our culture. It is hard to imagine how things will ever be as they were before March 2020 and yet it is easy to grasp the concept that one day we will look back and this will just be the “COVID times” that we lived through and are looking back on.
Our children know how to learn naturally, remember that and tell yourself that every morning when you wake up. Our children are incredible and their minds are incredible and they have curiosity and want to learn and be challenged. The lessons they are learning right now are not conventional and they will not be testable in the SAT’s but they are lessons and our children are learning about life and about family. It is hard to be at home with children all day long, we all know that and we all knew that before we were in quarantine. Our children will adapt, they know how to adapt because it is all they have ever known. They didn’t come into this world doing anything other than eating and sleeping (and some babies even need lessons on those tasks). As toddlers, kids and teens our children are doing an incredible amount and it is because they have the innate ability to adapt.
Right now for many of us the question about “what is happening next year” is playing in a loop on our minds and for valid reasons. It is my experience that not knowing something is far worse than knowing, even if knowing means accepting a truth we do not understand or agree with. So I am here to give you an answer and that answer is that our children are going to be in school as much as they possibly can be. Our school systems are working tirelessly to design a system that works to keep our children and families safe, the educators safe and the community safe.
Those of us in public schools know that the reality of public education often results in lower funding and less flexibility within the structure. Those of us in private schools know that we are paying a college tuition each year but our children are able to receive more flexibility and more time by their educators. It can be very frustrating when a friend talks about their child being at school Monday-Friday come fall and your school does not have that same plan in place. I want to remind everyone of a few things:
Stay safe, stay healthy and stay sane!
Early Education is a BIG Choice
Preschools are becoming more prevalent in the United States because mothers and fathers are no longer staying at home with their children until kindergarten. Some families make this decision based off the need to work. Others make the decision based on brain research and the benefits that are linked to early exposure to preschool environments. Regardless of the reason parents are looking at preschools in their areas and trying to find the best place for their child. A family may visit and tour a handful of preschools without ever calling into question the philosophical attributes of the school. These schools at first glance may all look and feel very similar which makes choosing one over the other difficult and confusing at times. It prevents a logical decision about the philosophical needs of the individual family from being made and evokes a decision drawn primarily from emotion. Normally there is a very organized individual assisting in the tour, pointing out the positive attributes and phenomenal things that the school has to offer. The good news is that these positive attributes and phenomenal things do usually exist in the spaces being shown. The bad news is that often times the day-to-day execution is falling short of its own potential. Without knowing the underbelly of the early education industry it is almost impossible for anyone to decipher what is missing from their touring experience. I have a graduate degree in Human Development and Child Psychology with a focus on Early Childhood Education and received my teaching certification. As the daughter of a preschool teacher, I grew up with exposure to the inner workings of young academia. What this makes me is opinionated, frustrated and concerned. I am informed and experienced and I want to help you.
I am a mother, not an expert. There are times when I feel like an expert and presume I have reached some peak of knowledge about who I am as a mother and a person. Shortly after this realization, I tend to fall from that peak and get a nice dose of reality. I became a family advocate and early education placement specialist when I made the decision to pull my child out of a school that would have provided free tuition and placed her in a preschool that cost my family almost $20,000. This decision almost cost me my marriage and my sanity but I was unwilling to jeopardize the development and academic experience of my child for even a day longer. I am lucky to be in a financial place to make a decision like this; I am privileged to have choices and I know that many people in this country do not. This realization infuriated me. It made me question the reality that tens of thousands of children in this country are in preschools whose philosophies do not correspond to that child's home or long term needs for that child and family. To be clear, neither the family nor the school is to blame for being mismatched- it is a symptom of the way we are thinking about early education in this country and not a failure of any one person or school.
Advocating for mothers can look like standing with a lost child and keeping them calm. Imagine if you knew that your child losing their way in a mall didn't mean fear and anxiety but rather communal support and understanding. Turning your head for a moment does not make you a bad mom, it makes you a woman, a looker, a dreamer, a window shopper, a feminist, a lover and a person. Turning your head shouldn't come with guilt, it should come with support in knowing that we all need a moment to look sometimes.
Let It Be
The last week or so there has been a Beatles song which has been a mental mantra for me and it continues to remind me of one simple thought: “And when the broken-hearted people Living in the world agree There will be an answer Let it be”. The last few weeks I have felt the weight of the world and because of that I had to pause on writing, on helping, on reaching out and supporting others. One of the hardest lessons to learn as a person, a woman, a mother, a friend and a partner is that when my own bucket is empty I cannot truly fill anyone else’s until I have replenished my own. The moments we are in right now are those that family members before us have endured and survived through. Each of us is the living proof that human life prevails, that we find a way to survive, to continue filling this planet with laughter and joy and beauty. Even in the face of extreme evil.
There is a natural life cycle in everything around us, in the air, earth, water and humanity around us. Sometimes we want to deny this cycle because part of life is death and part of beauty is destruction which means that to feel the joy we inevitably feel the pain. This is a hard pill to swallow for many of us, it is a hard pill to swallow for me because it means I have to look at what is happening right now and accept it as part of what is. People are sick and scared and anxiety is overcoming the globe. There are multiple truths being spoken and reality is more of a concept that a foundation these days. There is an endless amount of news and social media updating with facts that come from unknown or unreliable sources and it makes it hard to know what is real.
I want to remind everyone to find beauty in every day, find gratitude in each part of our cycle and try to focus on what is a foundation for you because that is all we can do. I will leave you with this mantra which has been helping me find calm in this unbearable storm, “Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be There will be an answer Let it be”.
Stay safe, stay strong, stay true to who you need to be right now and as for everything else, let it be.
Children are like plants, a metaphor all of us have heard before. Yes, they need nurturing and sustenance and love to grow and become strong and develop roots. One piece that is missing and that makes this metaphor almost too altruistic is that while every child needs soil and water and foundation and support, every child’s unique incredibility demands that those elements are different. Each and every child needs different soil, different water, different love. Because of this there is no book that can tell us how this parenting thing is done. There is no coffee table manual that will allow us to “grow the perfect rose”.
I have been struggling with my parenting lately, I have been lamenting about every mistake I may have made, about every decision hat was mine which trickled down and had an effect on my children. As parents we are the top, the boss woman, the head honcho and although we are mostly playing life day by day as best we can our children see us as these immortal, all knowing, beaming and majestic people who give them everything, show them everything and help them become everything they can be. So in this moment, when you read this, know that to your children this IS what you are. You are what they need, you know what they need and you can provide what they need.
I had a dream last night and when I awoke this morning I look over at my husband and told him that I spent the entire dream evening with different child psychologists and I have the answer. He looked at me and said “okay, what is it” expecting a half comedic reply but it was lacking comedy entirely. I said to him she is a plant and we have to submerge her roots in water right now. I don’t know what the water is a metaphor for, and I know that her roots are her being, who she is and was as a young child and is becoming as a pre-tween. I have lamented for months trying to determine what it is that is missing, what I am not seeing that she needs and now I see it and while I have no idea what IT is, I know that it is my job to find it, and to make sure I help her understand that while I was unable to help her obtain this thing right away that my promise to her is that I will always look. I will always fight for her and I will never stop because she is my baby rose bud and I am breath-taken by her beauty and by the incredible mind that is blooming in her and for the deep empathetic being that she is.
We do not raise, nurture and plant a tree in hopes of it always staying a sprout, we want, more than anything to watch that small tendril grow and push up through the soil, and fill the sky with its beauty and wonder. My children are no different, I want nothing more for them than to push up, feel secured and reach for anything and everything they want in this world. So for every parent out there who feels like they have read the books and water the plant and replenished the soil remember that it takes time, it takes patience and it takes a faith in yourself and in the incredible thing you are growing.
Your child’s school is an extension of you and your home. Be sure that you are choosing a school that will not just water for the sake of watering and that will not just follow some manual that has impossible directions to follow because it does not speak about your child. Make sure that your child’s school gives them what they need to be who they were meant to be.
A Smile a Day...
My family and I were on a post Christmas flight to Florida and the holiday stress was still tangible in the air. My husband and I decided to anonymously gift a small monetary amount so that after people ordered food or a beverage they were told someone on the flight prepaid their meal for them. When we made this offer we were greeted by the flight attendants with extreme gratitude. The flight attendant informed me that in the 35 years she has been working for the airlines she has never experienced anyone doing anything like this. It felt so good to do something that would hopefully help the stress of travel for a handful of strangers on our flight. At the same time I was overcome with sadness that in 35 years this flight attendant had never seen an act of kindness like this.
My grandmother has a Hanukah tradition that she has shared with me and I want to share with all of you who celebrate any joyous holiday occasion. If you can, hold onto the hand of or embrace someone you love while doing this so that you have the feeling of love and comfort and stability in mind. Think about one thing that you wish for yourself and one thing that you wish for the world. This simple act might just be the key to seeing things as they are, as they could be and as we wish them to be rather than focusing on what isn’t possible, what hasn’t happened or what we feel is out of our control.
My wish for myself is to keep doing what I am doing every day and to love it deeply and with every piece of me. My wish for the world is that people think of others, reflect on others and hold space for adding magic, kindness and generosity to the world whenever they can, want to or are able. Joy is contagious but so is fear and anger and sadness so we truly can change the world with something as simple as a smile. In giving we hold the power to spread cheer. Giving can be monetary, emotional, physical or mental. It can be as big as a house or as small as a smile. It is not the thing itself but the act that carries weight. Remember that when you feel hopeless or helpless or lost, you can look in the mirror and remember to smile, see yourself as you wish to be in the moment rather than you are. Some people might say this is a fake it until you make it mentality but I see this as a self help tool, as a way to remind ourselves of who we can be when the weight of the world is too much to carry. Take this message as you will and may you have the happiest of New Years, here is to 2020!
The holidays bring about ample opportunity to feel all the feelings. People are often stampeded by emotional forces that bring waves of anger, frustration, love, courage, stress, joy, overwhelm, exhaustion and regrettable behavior. For me this season is a blend of joyous wonder because I am living in my home town after years of being away. At the same time I have experienced loss around me that I wasn’t expecting. I have watched people I know, care about and love around me lose family members in an abrupt and sudden way and when this happens it puts so many things in perspective.
I have been mulling over the all too familiar feeling of regret that I both experience and witness from others when someone passes. It is not an unfamiliar tale to hear people lament that they just wished the effort had been made to see someone they just lost one last time, wishing they had taken the time to call or visit or write at the very least. I genuinely believe that at the very base of each and every one of us is a desire to be everything to everyone who needs us to be there for them.
Generally this idea is incredible, if we all just lived for one another and put in a little extra effort for those around us who we deeply care for then we could all just feel supported all the time. I hate to be the grinch but this isn’t possible. We live hundreds if not thousands of miles apart from our family members, from our friends and from those we love and cherish deeply. We no longer have an emotional circle that expands a few city blocks or miles at the most. Now we must allow our hearts and minds to grasp the idea that our best friend lives 1124 miles from us. That our parents are a full days travel away and that our cousins and college besties are over seas. Because of this and in light of this we are doing the best we can. In a world that is expanding, literally and figuratively, at a very slow but noticeably persistent rate what hasn’t changed is our own ability to spread ourselves only as thin as we can while still holding onto ourselves in the process.
It is the advice of any flight attendant to “tightly secure your own oxygen mask before that of others”; including our own children. The regulations of life and happiness and sanity and survival are no different. If we give ourselves away to everyone we love as much as we want to and feel the need to I fear that we will find ourselves even more anxious, distressed, burnt out, tired and stressed out than we as a society already are today.
There is an intrinsic guilt that comes along with life and all the choices we have to make. If we traveled to see all those we loved whenever we felt compelled one might comment that we are not prioritizing our home life or our career. If we worked as much as our job might demand and possibly as much as we desire people might say we have no interest in our family. If we stay home and pour ourselves endlessly into our children and partners people might observe that we are recluse and bound to the home. So there is no perfect answer and there is no choice that does not come with a cost.
I close my eyes, I take a deep breath. I hear my daughter spinning salad, I hear my husband grinding pepper, I hear my youngest cooing on the kitchen floor. I feel sadness in my heart because my aunt has died and I never got to say goodbye. I feel comfort in knowing that I knew her and I remember her as the Barbara Streisand of our family and I feel at peace with the promise that while distance and time kept us apart, my heart and my mind can and could be with her and with anyone at any point in time no matter how far the distance is.
Gratitude is my message for this month. Gratitude is my offering to each and every one of you reading this because gratitude allows us to walk through life without regret and upon my last breath my largest wish is to look back and know that I may have made decisions with consequences but I regret nothing. This article is dedicated to my tanta, a woman who could fill a room with laughter and a smile purely because it was her.
I am a mother, not a wizard. I share what is hard, what is scary and what is real. The rest I leave to you.