Someone close to me once said, “we hurt the ones we love the most.”  Those were words iterated by my ex-husband to a very frustrated recipient, me.  Many moons had to pass before I finally got a chance to arrive at an understanding of my own.  Opportunity in the guise of pain forces me to see the truth of that statement.  It is not to excuse potentially hurtful behavior, but it is to become fully aware that I too have been participating in the behavior that I hate in others: the behaviors that caused me great pain.  Too many times.

I automatically rejected his words when my son accused me of being mean to him at times.  I waved it off.  I knew that he was just being dramatic, or just simply wrong.  I could not acknowledge what could never be true.  Of course not.  He was wrong.  I am not a mean person!

One morning recently, I woke up with a broken heart.  I woke recalling a scene from the day before and I was overcome by deep sadness I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I was standing by a kitchen table, busily putting together plates for the guests on their way soon, while Enzo, a large Rottweiler sat patiently waiting to see if he could earn any scraps .  I had not seen my son for months almost, and wanted this day to be special one for us.  I had wanted to reassure him of how important and special he is to me.

While I was busily cooking for other guests, my son offered Enzo a piece of beef, just the way we used to do with our own dog.  I quickly snapped: “Don’t feed him!  He’s on a diet and could have Diarrhea!!!”

It isn’t so much the words that I said to him that broke my heart. It is the tone in which I said it and how I may have made him feel, even if he was not clearly aware.

My son was right about me all along.  I had been mean to him at times.   Too many times.  I am at times mean to my loved one.  I love him more than anything in this world.  I have been hurting the ones that I love the most.  I have been hurting my son (and others that I love as well, I am sure of this).  I have behaved in that hurtful way to my precious one too many times in the past.

I called my son and spoke to him about my misbehavior and he in his wonderful fashion simply thanked me for sharing my feelings with him and my acknowledgment of his grievances that I had made mistakes in the past.

If “knowing is half the battle,” then I may have just arrived at the half-way mark on the journey to not hurting my son.  I am not advocating for editing every criticism, nor am I saying that criticisms themselves are to be all together banned from our communications.  But a regular practice of pausing to check on the intention behind one’s reactions (verbal and other wise) might be invaluable to becoming a genuinely loving parent and a genuinely loving human being.

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What does it mean to be a good parent?

A good parent is someone who is of course there for his or her children… which means authentically listening while being curious about who they truly are and being available for them when they need us to be.  To be able to fully do those things a parent must be at their best/happiest because, it is very difficult to be there for anyone while at an emotional state lower than that.

If that is the case, what does one do when one is at his or her weakest/unhappiest?  How does one continue to be a good parent if they are not at their best?  It seems to be true that when feeling happy seems out of reach and one’s self esteem is at its lowest, it is not easy being there for another person.  A parent in this situation might neglect their child’s needs and thus be less than a good parent.

Every parent wants to be the best parent they can.  But even the most knowledgable and informed parent can, from time to time, falter in his or her parenthood.

So how do we do it?  How do we get ourselves out of funks and states of low self esteem to get to our happiest so that we can be good parents even during emotionally tough times?

I am proposing that this time is both an opportunity and a gift of being a parent.  In order to be a good parent to our children, we must be at our happiest, to be at our happiest, especially during emotionally challenging periods of our lives, we have to resolve whatever it is that may be causing us that challenge and placing us in an emotional state and making us feel less than our best.  To get out of that state of being unhappy or emotioanlly compromised, we need to take steps to heal the wounds; we must take positive steps to learn how to take quality care of our own selves.

This in turn makes parenting a catalyst that pushes a parent to become one’s best human and to be in a way the happiest one can be because.  It appears that to be the best parent one can be one has to be as happy as one can be.

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It seems apparent to me that children, our offspring, learn too well the negative habits that are ours… what is more interesting to me is that they learn behaviors that they sometimes hate from us.  I know this because not only has my son picked up and continued to practice my ex-husband’s destructive and less-than-profitable behaviors that he himself  hates, but also many of my own.

My mantra has been this: “do my best to behave in ways that I want my son to behave.” Of course I have by my own blind vision, or simple neglect and laziness, allowed my weaknesses to continue… I now see this in him.

As much as I regret and do not like seeing my own misbehaviors in him, but that makes sense to many degrees, since he likes me and feels connected to me.  There are behaviors of my ex-husband’s that he has hated all of his life, and now he is expressing them, whether he is aware or not…

One might assume that children would not copy behaviors that they abhor… but I am concluding that perhaps we human beings cannot help but learn behaviors if we are around them, even if we hate them…

I don’t really have a complete answer to this issue, except to suggest that we as parents do the best we can to nurture our own self growth and genuinely work on being our best human beings… and if we do that, our children might learn just that in itself, the self-growth, and be equipped with tools to work on their own human selves and be the best that they can be just as they have seen us, their parents, be the best of ourselves.

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I am thinking that this concept can also apply to personal relationships.

Here is what I mean…

It is all so easy and habitually natural at the least, to hold to resentment, to regurgitate the experiences of victimization and sometimes to expand the negative experience in our minds to further the need for anger and hate.

It is also just as easy to find flaw in others and replay those aspects both externally and internally to feed some sense of insecurity in our own selves.  Doing such a thing can make us feel good if only temporarily.  But lets be fair and discuss what this “good” feeling is.  It is not a true “good” emotion.  What I mean to say by this is that true good should last, when it comes to our emotional state, but the good feelings, the temporary feeling of superiority over others, does not give us long term good feelings.  Equivalent to doing drugs, we have to do it again to gain that good feeling.  And like drugs, possesing ill feelings toward others tears away the good nutrients from our hearts, souls and I propose, even from our physical bodies.

Why am I talking about this you may be asking?
I am talking about this because I have been in a long term discussion, more like an argument with my extremely articulate and highly intelligent twenty year old son.

I have been on a crusade.

My crusade has been to convince him of just that concept.. to attempt to understand some of those difficult people around him.  The reason why I use the term “crusade” is because I am really good at preaching when I feel that someone is being wrong, especially when it is my own son who I expect to be as good as God(I am agnostic by the way so I am not sure of the consequence of this word that I am using with little remorse).

But here is what I realized… just recently… and have been thinking about it…
I too do exactly the same thing that my son has been doing, what I have been trying to talk him out of…

I too often am unwilling to forgive or even just to move on.  In my heart, I designate, those who are good people vs. those who are bad.  Of course I would never admit that I do such a simplistic a thing, but really in the end, that is what my thinking or my judgment ends up amounting to.
Of course I could not guide him to think differently about these people.  I have showed him for the first twenty years of his life, how to hold a grudge, to judge, to shun those who hurt me, insult me, etc… much more often than attempting a deeper understanding, having compassion, love, etc…

It is not easy being  a parent, if one wants to be truly effective.  Sometimes, teaching or guiding is not about talking it but living it.  It takes a long time.

So here I am… from today forward, I will have to try my hat at deeper forgiveness, compassion, better understanding of those who hurt me or are difficult, or are prejudiced, etc.  As I write it, I am uncertain how easy it will be for me.  And that gives me the clue as to how hard it must be for my son.

I agree whole heartedly with Wright, that it is for self preservation that we must understand others and grow our morals.  If I want my son to honestly be happy, then I must teach him how to be truly compassionate and truly empathetic.  And to do so, I must be truly compassionate and truly empathetic.  I have hard work ahead… but a great writer once said, “We can do hard.”  I say, we must.

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            1. devoted to or caring only for oneself; concerned primarily with one’s own

                 interests, benefits, welfare, etc., regardless of others.

            2. characterized by or manifesting concern or care only for oneself.

            Thomas Leonard, the founder of Coachu University, sheds light on another way of looking at the word “selfish.”   His basic thesis is that unless one consciously takes good care of oneself, he or she cannot honestly be good to others.  When a person does not habitually meet his or her own needs, he or she tends to be needy.  In other words, a person who does not meet their own needs most often looks to others to meet them.

            When one is needy, they do not know how to unconditionally or effectively give.  One cannot give what one does not own.  Under the costume of being a giver, needy people in truth are takers.  Leonard recommends that we become selfish in order (amongst many other things) that we truly give.

            As parents we want to nurture our children to live their lives successfully and create positive imprints where ever they step.  The best possible way to do this is to model independent behaviors.  The wisest have said, we teach best by example. 

            How do we parents become selfish/self-ful people?  Thomas Leonard would say that we become self-ful people by taking excellent care of ourselves.  We take excellent care of ourselves by taking excellent care of our bodies, taking steps to resolve issues that cause stress in our lives, taking action to regularly experience pleasure and be willing to say no when we simply want to say no.  I am simplifying his message a bit here but doing these things is a good start toward selfish/self-ful life.

            We are no good to others if we are unable to or unwilling to take care of ourselves.  When we forget the passion of our hearts, our personal needs and voice, we can become needy people who in pretents of giving take that which we shouldn’t.

            An essential part of a successful life is knowing how to be happy by being in touch with what is meaningful.  Our children knowing this (practicing a life that offers them deep sense of meaning) offers us a confidence that they will very well live an optimal potentialed life.

            My brilliantly wonderful Psychology Of Woman professor once told my classmates and me, to be a good mother we must attend to our own sense of happiness (a healthy level of emotional wellbeing).  A happy mother is a good mother.  I know that when I have been the most impatient with my own child and not been my best is when I was stressed out and was not feeling very good emotionally.

            Going back then, to what Leonard argues for, that we should be selfish/self-ful to honestly be self-less, we should easily be able to acknowledge that his points make good and logical sense.  And as we live this way in view of our children, we will inspire them to continue the practice of honest giving by habitually practicing selfishness/self-fulness.  A self-ful parent is an awesome parent!

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            A brother and a sister walked up to a table right across from me.  The girl appeared to be about nine or ten and the boy looked a few years older.  The smiles and the warmth in their interactions were very heartwarming.  I was mostly intriged by the very intentional and thoughtful behavior of the brother.  He handed his sister a cup of water and placed his unusually large back pack(about 2/3^rd of his height) behind the chair then carfully cliped it so that it would not fall off.  I was impressed with his seemingly very mindful and mature behavior as he walked away and came back with four more cups of water and carfully placed them on the table for four more people who are going to arrive next. 

            When his mother walked in with a woman who looked to be a family friend, I was excited to see their intreactions with one another.  The friend set down next to the boy who was sitting on a chair where he had cliped his back pack on.

             The first thing his mother told him to do was to move to another seat.  She must have wanted to sit next to her friend.  She pointed to the chair across from her friend.  He protested by saying that his drink was already in front of the seat where he was sitting and that he had already drank some out of it.  She told him that she is ok with his germs and again told him to move.  She impatiently pointed with her index finger.    He moved.

            I hated seeing the sadness come over his previous smile filled face.  I wished I would have seen some tenderness in his mother’s expression.  I wished that she would have prevented the sadness in his heart by expressing what she wanted in a more kind and affectionate manner.  Instead she just gave him an order that he had to comply with.  I continued to watch.  What if she had thanked or given him some positive feed back for being so nice to get everyone water (even if she had told him to do it ahead of time) and made him feel appreciated, which she did not do.

            When he got himself to forget the event and began studying the display case and asked if he can go and buy something to eat, she harshly answered, “I want the change back!”  It wasn’t so much that she asked for her change but it was the tone of her voice which was filled with distrust, that would have easily told him that he was not trust worthy with money.  He may steal from her.

            When I was a child I was a trouble maker.  I got into way too many fights in school.  If someone made me angry, I hit them.  It wasn’t until when I became an adult that I realized why I was hitting in school.  I also realized that I was actually kind of a good kid at home and even at school.  I fought physically because I was regularly receiving beatings at home from both my mother and father.  I lived in constant fear. 

            I never received an acknowledgment that I used to get up early mornings to make apple juice for my mother for her health with antiquated tools.  It was very tidious and physically tiring.  I also did almost all the housework(cooking, dishes, most of the shopping, laundry by hand and the cleaning of the house).  Burns on my hands were a reguar part of my childhood.

            My positive attributes not being acknowledged as a child lead to my inability to recognize my own self worth.  No matter how hard I worked, I found it challengeing to see if I’ve done well enough.

            I had been refusing to ask my son to do any thing around the house (due to my own childhood) when he was little.  When he was nine years old, he volunteered to help me put the dishes away. I was immensely thankful for his doing it for me and I let him know not only how thankful I was but how much difference he was making in my life.  He has never said no to helping me since that day.

            Children, like the rest of us enjoy causing happiness for others.  When those good things that they do go unnoticed, they usually stop doing them.  They may also grow up with a lack of self esteem or self appreciation.  And a lack of self appreciation causes many things like attracting less than healthy mates, less than good career choices and, less than what they want in life in most everything. 

            As I was watching the dynamic between that mother and son, I wanted so much to grab that mother and say, “hey look at your son, do you see how good he is, what a sweet person he is?  Notice it and tell him, so that he does not lose that goodness.  Give him praise, give him love and give him a chance to show you that he is honest.  Don’t cause him to become dishonest by treating him like he’s untrustworthy.  Humanbeings are not born theives or liers.  Those who become theives are taught to be that.”            

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            I know that when I seem to focus on the negatives of my life, I think I am attempting to prevent something that I fear.    And when I am in this place of fear, I tend to overly correct and criticize everyone including myself.  And when I am in that constant habit of correcting or criticizing everyone, I am not empowering those around me as I want to be doing or as I think I am doing.  Instead I am most likely disempowering everyone.

            If as a child one is often criticized without receiving much in the way of positive feed back, he or she may then, as an adult, not know what it means to just be a part of life, to just know that things are right, just as they are.  It may be that as he or she felt picked apart, he or she learned to pick a part their own world, looking for areas to fix and make better to prevent from being picked a part by those who were in charge of loving them.

            The only problem with this way of being as a parent, is that as a parent our deepest desire is to empower our children and being overly critical contradicts what we want for our children.  We all want our children to be confident, strong and know how wonderful they are.  We want them to go out and conquer the greatest of obstacles and be on top of their world.  We don’t want them to become overly self-critical and spend even one minute doubting them-selves.

            I think about what it feels like to be overly criticized, to have someone notice only the negatives and have those negatives become the only focal point from which they view me.  It feels awful, to say the least. 

            And then I think about my friend, Mara.  Whenever I am in front of her I always feel like I’m on top of the world.  I know that I feel the way I do because she always sees the best in me and therefore connects with the best part of me.

            Our children need for us to be their critiques at various times, but if we find ourselves predominantly in that mode, and not as often their accepter and admirer, then we may need to step out, take a deep breath, clear our lenses and take a new look at our perfectly beautiful and beautifully perfect children.

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