Monthly Archives: March 2012

Stuff and Nonsense

I missed posting last Sunday because we’ve been cleaning out our two-year monument of shame: our garage. Two years ago, we moved from another house that had a full basement and attic. This current house has almost no storage, save for the garage.  So, you guessed it! It’s been full of extras for that time.  Add to that two southern, humid summers, and you get a whole lot of yuck. My goal is to have it cleared out before my son’s birthday party since the door is now inoperable and I can’t simply hide the mess anymore. Many items have been relocated to our new storage sheds, but a lot of it simply had to go. My life doesn’t have room for it anymore, however you look at that phrase.

Cleaning out has been at once emancipating and excruciating.  I have a painful time separating the significance of my life from my stuff.  And, I’m not talking about stuff that indicates status–most of this stuff was worthless, monetarily speaking.  I’m talking about personal history and how it’s connected to the physical items that were part of that history.  I was surprised to find a box of items that came to me after my mother died.  Most of the items were mine, and I was glad to part with them.  In fact, I felt a lot of contempt for those things and the years that accompanied them. But, it’s still a long process putting them in the garbage. Other things were not so easy to chuck. I felt so much guilt donating or trashing an item that was given to me by a dear grandmotherly figure or an old friend. What does that say about how I felt or now feel about them? If I let go of this item, will I lose this memory and, in effect, lose the significance of it? Will gutting my house of my possessions streamline my personal history into a wasteland of dream-like, blurry, and meaningless memories? Will it reduce me to an empty woman, void of memories, a shell full of shadows, amnesia-tic and irrelevant?

More to come on this topic.

Interview with Joy: “My Parents Did Not Make a Family.”

It’s baffling to hear about a father that was never involved with his daughter.  Never picked her up or gave her affection.  Joy says, “As a kid you were waiting for it to blow up.  Indifference and anger. I don’t even think of my life with my dad.  He’s always been this fringe character.  Present, not absent.”  What a shame.

THE INTERVIEW

What’s your age?

48

Are both of your parents living?

Yes

What’s their marital status? 

Married, living separately for the last six or seven years.  They moved apart at 80 and 78.  They were selling the home I grew up in.  They were alone for a decade.  Dynamics happened from the past–Dad trying to purchase that house for them without her input.  And he did some squirrelly stuff in order to finance it.  After years, it finally blew up, and he decided to do his own thing.  They found that living apart worked. I never saw a lot of love.  They are entwined in a way that’s dysfunctional.  There is mental illness there.

How many siblings do you have? 

Five

How often do you see your parents? 

Not often.  Once every five years.

What are some of the ways you spend time together? 

My mom and I have had a complete relationship on the phone.  We are in touch a lot.  I lived up there for 7 months last year while she was hospitalized, and then I helped her move and get settled.

On a scale of one to ten, how much to you enjoy their company?

I can’t imagine enjoying their physical company, being with them. I would call my mother on the phone everyday after school–in high school.  I became a little estranged, I guess.  Dad, never.  He had nothing to do with me, never picked me up, had a lot of rage.  Not someone I wanted to be around. Mom, I kind of fell in love with her up there.  I was grateful for having that much time to get used to something.  It wasn’t easy living with her and her habits.  It was hard for me to not want to change her.  I realize since being back how much I enjoyed her.  She’s just old and kind of goofy.  We watched Real Housewives of New York every night–with my 88 year-old Roman Catholic mother!  It was weird, but I miss that. I was glad I felt love for my mother for the first real time in my life.  I almost moved back.

Does spending time with them as a unit effect the dynamic of the visit? 

Oh, God yes.  There is no unit.  We didn’t have a dynamic where we hung out together.  My parents did not make a family.  Things were always tense and Dad had no patience for kids.  As a kid you were waiting for it to blow up.  Indifference and anger. I don’t even think of my life with my dad.  He’s always been this fringe character.  Present, not absent.

Which aspects of their parenting have most contributed to a your relationship as adults? 

We really haven’t had an adult relationship.

What do you appreciate most about their parenting?

I’m grateful that Mom sent me to the high school that she did.  I was becoming a real pain in the ass, wanting to hang out with my older brothers that were causing trouble and experimenting with drugs.  It was a good education, a Catholic prep girls’ school.  Really small.  I was a troublemaker, but I was smart.  At least that gave me a great foundation.

What do you wish they had done differently?

Mom married the wrong guy, so she gave me bad advice all my life.  When I was a teenager, her message to me was not to rely on a man for anything, do it yourself.  She was super supportive in my career.  I knew where I was headed.  She’s more connected to my professional work rather than my relationships.  It’s her damage.  I wish she had been aware enough to not inject her politics on my upbringing in that way.  That was so unfair.  I wish she could’ve gotten around her issues.  They didn’t deliberately do much, but I think you have to do some things deliberately.

It could be that I wish my dad were a completely different person.  I wish he wasn’t miserable, but I think he’s chemically different.

How well do you relate to your siblings? 

I relate to my brother with schitzophenia and my brother in Hawaii.  We’re very real and present.  He was very supportive during my time with my mom.  Even if it was just on the phone, he was there for me to vent to, to talk to, he sent me money because I wasn’t working and commuting 60 miles from where I was living to my mom’s hospital.  He helped me with decision-making and emotional distress that erupted with my younger brother.  He stayed in touch.  He knew to call.  I talk on the phone to my other brother, too, a couple of times a month.  He wanted to be part of dinner plans with mom.

Do you think they share your same reflections on your parents? 

Yeah, they do, in different ways.  It’s because of gender difference.  They have stronger opinions about my father than I do.

Can you share a defining moment with your parents?

I guess prior to growing up and going to college, Dad was his miserable self and uninvolved with my life in any real way. But, I hadn’t totally turned my back on him being a factor in my life as an adult. When I was in my first job out of college, starting my career with a great company that hired me as an intern when I was still an undergrad, I was living on my own in an apartment and trying to defer my student loans while I got situated. The job was great but my pay was not. I asked my dad if I could list an expense of a car payment to him. I was really nervous that the loan officers might not approve my request and i just wanted to have enough expenses on my application so they would defer. My father would not allow me to list a smalll car payment since it wasn’t really true.

When I was 21 or 22, I was doing my taxes and needed to file not as dependant for the frst time.  My father, who would not help me financially in any way, told me that I could not file that way because he was still claiming me as dependent and the money he got back was more than whatever I would gain. He needed it more than I did, basically. I remember being totally shocked and betrayed and disgusted that my dad would do this to me as I was making my way after college. He didn’t offer to share the money or otherwise make up for it what I would lose. A year later, when I was declaring my self on my taxes, he was a bit more comfortable with stretching truth. I don’t know what he ended up doing that tax year, but the conversation ended with me saying that I wasn’t going to lie on my tax return. I remember distinctly drawing a line in my relationship with him–a moment that went from generalized ambiguity to a choice to disregard him from that point on.

Yelling Fast

I’ve been struggling with my three-year-old this week over his abuse of my car, a sexy black Odyssey named Bianca. I have a friend who refers to me as the “car nazi.”  I don’t like dings, scratches, spills, dents and above all, I don’t like a messy car.  I also have four kids. Twice this week, I’ve found my boy climbing on the hood of my car, and today I discovered he had crash landed my husband’s vintage Star Wars ship on it.  He had to be disciplined, so he didn’t get to help prepare or consume the homemade pretzels we were making for Lent.  Since I wanted to give up yelling for Lent, today was a good day.  Tomorrow, we’ll all be taking a joyride to auto detail shop.  Stay tuned to see if I stick to the “yelling fast.”

Interview with Constance: “They wanted to hear what was in my heart.”

I envision Constance growing up in a home full of calm, a completely different experience than the one I had.  It’s something that I long to model, as well as the engaged listening.

What’s your age? 

I’m knocking at 40’s door.

Are both of your parents living?

Yes

What’s their marital status?

Married

How many siblings do you have? 

Three

How often do you see your parents? 

A few times a month

What are some of the ways you spend time together?

Mom: As a child- working together (chores/garden work), school activities/sports, church activities (she was often the choir director or youth sponsor), running errands together (we spent a lot of time talking in the car.)  Now- talking (we talk almost every day on the phone), attending my own children’s events, (if she’s at my house) doing chores together.

Dad: As a child- tennis, basketball, running in the morning, listening to classical music together, helping him at church with his ministry.  Now- going on field trips with my kids and me, helping out with my small business, my children’s basketball games (sitting next to him is the best seat in the house), going to history movies or museum exhibits together.

On a scale of one to ten, how much to you enjoy their company?

Mom- 10

Dad- 10

Does spending time with them as a unit effect the dynamic of the visit?

I actually prefer them separate if I can get it.  My mom can be very dominant, and my dad is content just to sit back and listen.  I feel like it’s harder to spend time with him when my mom is around.  But together, I still enjoy their company.

What are some of the positive aspects of your relationship with them?

I’ve never felt unloved or unaccepted.  Sure, I’ve done some stupid things in life, but they’ve let me own those.  They are interested not in what I do, but who I am.  I don’t feel like I have to achieve anything or reach certain goals to know that they are proud of me.  They don’t try to define me.  They have given me a rich heritage of faith, and we talk often about what the Lord is doing in our lives.

What are some of the negative aspects of your relationship with them?

I think that sometimes, because we are so close, my mom tries to get me to be her go-between in raising issues with my dad or sisters.  Usually it is something health related like, “You should tell your dad that he needs to see a doctor about….”

Which is weightier, the positive or negative?

The positive.

What are some of the aspects that contributed to a healthy relationship as adults?

My mom and dad never checked out as parents.  They keep in regular contact with me and ask specific questions about what is going on in my life and what concerns me.  I know that they pray for me.  They never complain or act put out about my kids (there are 7 of them) or tell me how to raise them (though I do get the occasional suggestions.)  They live a distance away (about an hour) and make a huge effort to travel to see us on a regular basis.  “We just thought we’d stop by for a visit”  is the phrase.

What do you appreciate most about their parenting?

They have set the best example I know of honoring their own parents.  They cared for each of their ailing parents a total of 22 years under their own roof.  It was a physical, emotional and financial sacrifice, but they modeled it for me in a way that speaks volumes.  Experiencing that in both my childhood and adulthood, makes me sit up and appreciate them as parents. I’m proud of them.

I appreciate that they have always listened.  Though we haven’t always agreed, they made it clear that they wanted to hear what was in my heart.  I could express it and they love me all the more.

What do you wish they had done differently?

I do wish that my dad had been more accessible growing up.  He worked a lot and had many responsibilities at home and church.  I loved being near him as a child, but don’t think I began having conversations with him until late high school.

How well do you relate to your siblings?

My oldest sister and I were not close while we lived at home, largely because of her difficult relationship with my mom at the time.  Over the years we have become close friends.  My two younger sisters and I are close as well.  We spend time together weekly and can rely on each other with regularity.

Do you think they share your same reflections on your parents?

I think we all have our own story to tell about mom and dad.  They did a fantastic job as seeing us as individuals, so each of our relationships is different.  None of us have ever been estranged from our parents, but there have been some definite moments of rebellion and conflict that were not resolved overnight. I think we would all agree that as adults, we consider our parents to be our friends who we enjoy spending time with.

Can you share a defining moment with your parents?

My dad- Seeing him break down and cry for the first time.  It was when he told us that his father had passed away.  We all lived in the same house, so as children we felt as though we had lost a parent, too.   I was nine at the time and remember watching my dad walk through the grieving process with strength and realizing that he had just lost his best friend.

My mom- Being with my mom when her mother died (six years ago).  It took several days for her to pass and we spent those days providing for her needs.  We spent many quiet, solemn hours together and I heard stories about my mother’s difficult and painful childhood that were new to me.  It gave me a different perspective into her as a person and made so grateful that God changed her life and chose me to be her daughter.

Together- In Junior High and High School, my parents would often let me lay in their bed with them in the dark and just talk, and talk, and talk about anything I wanted.   All the drama, disappointments, dreams….  they just listened and then let me trot off to my own bed.  Being a mom of teens now, I know that those were defining moments, though I didn’t realize it at the time.

Has anything happened in recent history with them to change how you feel about them?

Nothing comes to mind.

I’ll be doing this for the next few days.

Lucky for me, the kids’ stuff is first on the agenda. I CAN get rid of my kids extra stuff and they WON’T grow up to hate me for it.  If they do, I’ll listen!  I’ll even serve them a warm cuppa while they complain about the time I got rid of half of their stuffed animals.  They’ll still have fifty left when I’m finished and I need some zen around here!

Emergency Preparedness Plan

Our region was under threat of tornadoes this week, and we had an open invitation to rush to our neighbor’s basement in case of imminent danger.  I have a real go-getter girl who is always thinking ahead.  At some point, while donning a headlamp and preparing to save everyone’s life–serving dinner before the storms hit, baking bread, getting a makeshift storm shelter set up in the kids’ closet, stocking it with water and food–my daughter informed she had assembled necessary supplies in the event that we had to run for our lives.  FIVE backpacks of toys, stuffed animals, who knows what else, AND her weaving loom!  My husband has reminded me that this was precious; it was quite overwhelming and exasperating in the moment.  However, it’s been a good reminder for me to stop and appreciate the ways that each of my children are wired.  I have since thanked her for her presence of mind in a moment of crisis.

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