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)
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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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