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The Art of Loving Well

Motherhood is such a beautiful ideal, and an extremely difficult truth.  We have such challenging scales to balance - to nourish adequately, to help our children navigate their way out of their unkempt outpour of emotions.  To teach them to be flexible and to share, to be kind and brave, and to steward their belongings with care.  We feed and nap them, we give deliriously without asking for anything in return, except the hopeful anticipation that our children will be happy and love well in the end.  We manage all of these aspects of their lives while we, ourselves, are exhausted and have our very own emotional gardens that need tending.

In the midst of chaos - the no's and time-outs, the tantrums and upset, the whining and general non-cooperation - I can experience a lot of anxiety, especially when the delirium of sleep-deprivation sets in.  Most days, I deal with the messes as they come.  I can take one incident at a time, isolate it from the rest of the chaos, and move on with relative ease.  But there are some days when my mind is overstimulated from multi-tasking, "exhausted" is an understatement, my fine motor skills are more like a joke, and my nerves are raw and exposed.  I feel the anxiety creep through me like a sickness, and I internally implode over every rebuttal of my authority.

I don't check in with myself, I continue to justify every nuance of frustration until anger is born.  I lose it in front of the very beings I am teaching to have self-control.  I yell and I cry and I feel such an enormous amount of relief from unloading.  I take all of that weight back when I realize the repercussions of what I've done.

I am guilt-ridden and overwrought with the fact that I am giving my kids life-tools.  I am personally handing them mechanisms to deal with conflict and to navigate reconciliation and peace.  I am the one that will set the standard for their lives.  What I say and how I react in one moment, has the power and opportunity to settle into their personalities, and to become their inner dialogue.

So I take my children into my arms.  I humbly ask them for forgiveness, and I vow not to behave so recklessly in the future, and a miracle happens - one that makes me realize that I'm doing alright at this parenting gig, despite my mishaps.  My children embrace me right back, and through teary-eyes, they forgive me.  They forgive me!

We can't be perfect, but we can be sorry.  We need to sit with our children and let them see that humility and forgiveness have power.  I realized in that moment that my children are understanding their role in conflict resolution - their very choice.  Our home will never be completely conflict-free, but we can all make the individual choice to forgive.  We love each other enough that we can make allowances for each other's mistakes because the safest place to at home.

So we move forward, safeguarding our hearts with practical ways we can diffuse our frustrations before they give birth to destruction.  I promise to keep more careful track of my emotions, to keep better balance of chores and fun, to put down the dish towel or the laundry and to guard our relationships most carefully, especially in those moments when the stress meter seems dangerously overworked.  And above all, to extend a lot of grace.

I was able to teach my children a valuable lesson - albeit the wrong way - and they taught me one too:  that love is messy and imperfect, and ALWAYS a choice. The art of loving well isn’t about loving flawlessly, it’s about showing up, making amends when necessary, and letting our imperfections guide us all into deeper and more meaningful relations.


Written by, Rhea Sustar

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