I’m in a
crying mood today. I’m upset about
something that happened at work for the 800th time. I’m disheartened because I tried to talk to
my hubby about it and he chose bad timing to practice something else – telling
me what was posted on the doors at school when he picked up the kids. (That would have been noteworthy,
exceptional, and all that jazz except I was literally mid sentence, in tears, extolling
my misery). I’m confronted by the fact
that he told me I was just whining and he’s tired of it. I’m grateful we had a good dialogue about it
all and ended up cuddling together on the couch, once again on the same page
and committed to working together.
Really
though I’m in a crying mood because I’m more emotionally available. I have a great ability to focus when I want
to and my recent journey to the forest of doctoral comps managed to steal my
focus from what I believe are more important things in life – like my kids and
my house and my family and my friends.
And making
bows. I have a lot of bows to make – but
that will be discussed another day.
(Anyone have a request? I’m happy
to make you one if you let me know the colors you’d like and, if you’re patient
on timing J)
Baseball bows for the girls. My hubby has actually made some of these with mie. God bless that man! |
I love
being an emotional being. I love
feeling. I’m more thinking-oriented if
you’re familiar with Jung’s work, but I have a very sensitive, intuitive side
of mie that feels deeply. I love being
joyful. I love being overwhelmed with
empathy. I love that I can’t watch a
movie that’s even remotely violent without actually feeling the punches or
kicks or whatever. It makes mie who I
am.
I never
want to lose that sensitivity but it leads to vulnerability. Because I can feel I can get hurt
easily. Because I feel deeply the hurt
can be more intense than the average Joe, or so it seems. The natural tendency is to avoid pain
whenever possible. It takes a conscious
choice to allow for vulnerability – to trust, to love, to open up and share –
knowing the possibility exists and is great sometimes that I will be hurt, and I
don’t like to be hurt.
But in that
vulnerability is the potential for great joy. I find it interesting that this is Mie, not
foster mom Mie, not mom Mie, just Mie, who I am and yet the corollary to foster
parenting is so apparent.
Today I
choose joy. I may be hurt in the process
but I choose to feel and express joy.
1 comment:
I hope you feel better soon. Sometimes you just need a good boo-hoo!
:)
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