A mother, caught in the dilemmas of watching her son grow up, of knowing, that he won’t need her as much, the need to, hold onto him a little longer, that, was why she’s caught between, knowing she SHOULD make him do things himself, but still, does it for her own, young…translated…
In Becoming a Full-Time Mother for Many Years Now, I’d Found, that My Biggest Blindspot was Treating “Things that are My Child’s Responsibilities” as My “Responsibilities………
With my son growing older, I’d come face to face with the very first, career crises of my entire working means as a full-time mother—it’s not the struggles between “not being needed”, that sense of loss, but its the, switching from the current state of “being needed too much”.
My sense of crisis came, from the tying of a shoelace; thinking on that now, maybe, it’s the, butterfly effect of the childrearing realm.
At the beginning of last year, I took my son to get a pair of sweat pants, as the little guy tried it on, he was, more than satisfied with the pants, but, as I’d bought it for him, he’d, not worn it enough times. As I’d asked him why he’d not worn the pants enough times, he’d told me it was because of the string that he had to tie into a bow, that keeps his pants from at his waistline, “every time I’d gone, I’d have to, tie it again, but I can’t do the lace right, I don’t want to bother myself with that anymore.”, as I’d heard, I was shocked, then, I’d recalled that line of “how things all started small before it snowballs into something major”. The master teaches us, that if we can’t master our own lives, we can’t, help others with their lives either.
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Seeing how my son is going into the fourth grade, but still refused to grow up, wanting to rely on his mother, and blackmailed, that if I don’t tie it for him, he won’t wear that pair of pants (only this particular pair of sweatpants), and everything else that came, it’d forced me to, see his, “severe reliance” on his mother, that the source of this big problem, is actually, me.
After, as he was trying on the sweats, I’d, already, subconsciously, tied the bow for him, not allowed him to tie it himself, and, not noted, that this was, improper of me in anyway after this.
I’d found, that my biggest, blind spot in childrearing for all these years, was that I’d, “accidentally treated” all of my child’s issues as my own, plus, it’d become, reflex for me to do everything for him, before he’d gone to manage his own affairs, I’d already, done it all, for him already, including what should’ve originally been, his own, responsibilities to manage.
I didn’t do it on purpose, it’s just, that I’d gotten, used to doing it, that it was a subconscious sort of, responsibility, and I’d, unknowingly, taken away the chances for him to learn it on his own, which translated into how he couldn’t, tie a lace right. That was when it’d hit me, that a complete sort of a love, is in the restricted means. Providing a comfortable environment, it’s not that hard for a mother; the biggest challenges are in how to set up a fitting space, to guide a child to find all of her/his own, potentials.
Letting go, always harder than just taking over to manage it. So, from that day on, I’d, intentionally, let my son, “do it himself” more. I’d become, like a snail that is too hurried, wanted to get ahead, but, had to crawl along, very, slowly, and so, I can, only, grit my teeth, and, crawl slowly. Of course, I’d still, gotten into the mind of, speeding ahead too quickly, like as he was washing his hands, there were still, the soap bubbles on his fingers, I’d instinctively, cleared off the bubbles off his hand, and I got, objected, “I’m old enough to do it myself!”
And, seeing his childish means, mixed in with the adult sort of “my hands”, I’d felt, a bit, funny, yet, quite, relieved.
Thankfully, in the fourth grade, he’d, already, learned to tie the laces now (I’d never imagined, that a pair of sweat pans at $399, exceeded its, values).
But, with that said, early in the morn on the first day of school, told me he didn’t want to change into his school clothes, I’d still, gone soft, and changed him out of his pajamas for him—those things he should’ve learned, I needed to remind myself, to LET him do it, as for what he can already do on his own, then, I shall help him do from time to time then.
Because, one of these days, he won’t, need me, anymore.
So, this is a mother, caught between, holding on and letting go, she knew that she should, let her son start doing things on his own, but she didn’t want to let go of him yet, because, she wanted to enjoy her role as his mother, as the one he comes to, for all of his issues big and small in life and in school, and, that would be, the struggles of this mother in allowing, watching her own young son grow, older. But I’m still, against parents, handling EVERYTHING for their own young, I mean, IF you do everything for your child, then, how the HELL is s/he going to learn, to do things for her/himself, how the HELL will the child, learn, that it’s MY responsibilities to do this and that, and mommy and daddy won’t cover me for life? So, do let go of your children, teach them responsibilities, but you can still, do things for them, from time to time, just not all the time!