“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi
Parenting is
hard. (Nearly as hard as I have found it to write today's blog!) There’s no two ways about it. Magical, full of love, miraculous, yes, all
that too. But it is also very, very hard. And often, the little things we do
and string together throughout the day go completely unseen. But we wake up the
next morning and we do the same things, all over again. We give and we give and
we weave an impossibly complex tapestry of love and laundry and food and
medicine and nappies and hats and gloves and socks together over the years.
And our children
just adore us, whatever we do. They are always there to forgive us, to move on,
to love us.
But what do we
do to ourselves? We are skilled, kind, generous tapestry weavers. And what do
we do? We give ourselves a hard time. Parents of teenagers start to look at
parenting blogs and read books and think ‘God, I did it all wrong’ and we look
at other mums in the playground and think ‘Wow, they have it all together and
I’m in a foul mood and cannot bear to make another dinner when we get home’. We
spend a whole day caring for our children and our home, or working hard in the
office and rushing home for bath time and we think ‘I can’t believe I lost my
patience when she spilt her drink all over my jeans.’ We say ‘I can’t believe I
arrived late to collect my child from nursery. I am a terrible mother.’ We
focus on what we think we did wrong and we give ourselves a hard time about it.
And on top of
this, there is a new movement of parenting courses, skills and advice available
to us that is overwhelming and sets an impossibly high bar – especially for the
perfectionist, conscious mothers (ahem, not me of course!). And the advice
varies so much that there will always be someone who thinks you are doing it
wrong! So this is what I want to offer in today’s blog: permission to practice
the following:
Self-forgiveness and self-kindness – all the time – or
as often as possible!
Because being
gentle with ourselves in this way doesn’t mean we sideline our values and do
what we like and forgive ourselves at the end of the day. It means it becomes
easier to be who we want to be, to be a loving presence for others and make
true, loving decisions because we come from a place of love, innocence and
non-judgment. And when we reach this place in ourselves, we know the answers,
we know how to respond to our children and we can help others do the same.
Self-forgiveness
as I see it is not an ‘act’ as such (although it does take a commitment and we
need to create time and space to develop the ability to do it). It is more a
state that we ‘tune into’ – much like a radio station. And the place we tune
into is Rumi’s field: the place that exists beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing.
Be kind to
yourself and visit the field as often as possible.
Love Hollie x
Man, I wish you had written this post 8 years ago :P It took me 15 months to stop thinking I was the worst mother in the world! But by stop, I mean that I stopped believing I was the worst mother every single day. I still have those days from time to time! I plan to spend a lot more time in Rumi's field - it sounds like a nice place to be, and one where, by forgiving and being kind to myself, I will actually be a better mother for being there. Thanks again Hollie :)
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully written. Thanks for sharing it. My parenting days are over but I only know a few hundred women who could have benefited from this wisdom! Keep writing...xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Hollie....x
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