In my feelings ...
I recognize I got so much wrong as a mother and I grieve that for my kids. But also I grieve that for me. I knew at the time that loving them the way Jesus loves me, unconditionally, was impossible, but I knew I had to try. I strived to see them for who they were and were becoming as unique and valuable individuals. I strived to help them recognize their strengths and their weaknesses, and how to leverage their strengths and the strengths of others to compensate for their weaknesses.
I was intentional about teaching them to share their thoughts and opinions in ways that were respectable to those hearing them, and in a manner that others would be willing to stay engaged and listen.
Each generation looks back at their own childhood with a critical eye. It is okay to acknowledge the way people fell short and/or hurt us growing up. It is a beautiful thing to recognize the areas in our own lives that need healing because of things that happened and the people in our upbringing. We can process these things, find healing and find a way to arrive at forgiveness (which frees out own mind and heart), and hopefully create a better relationship with the adults who raised us. We can love them and not like what they did or how they did them.
But as the parent of adult kids who have to heal from their childhood and the things I did or how I raised them, and how I fell short of the very intentional sacrificial ways I strived to raise them (so short of the goals I had as a Mama)... well it just hurts. I don't even know if that is an okay thing to say so. Does saying that invalidate their own experiences? Maybe that is one of the things we just have to accept as a parent, is that we when our children enter adulthood they will look back, and see more of our failures than our successes. That they will wish we could have been better parents, no matter how hard we strived to be just that. They will have things to heal from, and perhaps the best thing we can do is sit and listen and validate their feelings. And not ask them to acknowledge ours.
But a big part of me wants to warn parents of younger children, that the pain and sacrifice of putting our kids' feelings and well being first as priority over our own, never ends.
I strived to mother in a way that my children be grateful for their childhood, with happy memories and secure in themselves and in relationship with us.
The fact is I failed my children more often than I ever even imagined I would. And these things come to light when they live at a distance with their own lives. When all they need from us is to continue to love and accept them, hear their criticism, and accept responsibility for all we did wrong.
We just need to expect this and accept that our very best efforts will in the end be meaningless. Because intentions don't matter, all that matters is how the child remembers their experience and how they internalized how they experienced it. We are to remain silent about our perspective and how we experienced the situations especially.if we remember it differently. When my kids were growing up, I anticipated this. It hurt then, knowing they could feel hurt and disappointed about me and their father.
The love I had (and continue to have) for my kids compelled me (and continues to compel me) to do my best, to try my hardest.
Knowing with certainty that it wasn't enough then and probably never will be is really painful.
All I can do is keep trying to do better, and hope they at feel safe and secure enough to have the discussion with me about how I have failed, what they are doing to heal, and how they are doing things differently and better than I ever could for the generation of kids they are raising (either as parents, teachers, or aunts and uncles). If they feel safe enough to tell me, it shows I did a few things well and that I can continue to work on our relationship.
Parenting is not about your kids giving you unconditional love, or creating a person that will always love you just because you are the parent and hey are the child. NOPE! I've always known that to be wrong, even while my first born was growing in my womb, what it really was. It is about from the moment of conception giving of yourself for another. It is showing up, sacrificing from every resource you have for the betterment of your children (not without healthy boundaries of course), and this NEVER EVER ENDS. The average ratio of love given to the received over the span of our lives as parents, should average 90% given to 10% received back. At multiple times in life it will be 100% given and 0% return.
For me that is an acceptable "cost".
Because I won't do it perfectly and it is the way God loves us perfectly.
At 90/10 or 100/0 God's love never stops. I want to love the way He loves me.
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It is hard being a parent of adults. It is hard knowing the thing you feared still came true despite your best efforts.
I have AMAZING kids. They are great people. I like spending time with them.
And now I am a grandmother, and the striving to do right by my kids takes on a whole new level of do right by them. When so much of even the things I thought we did well are either completely forgotten or told by my kids was the wrong and destructive way to care for children.
I used to think I was very good at caring for children. I have so many doubts and insecurities about this now.
Even as I try to support and love my parents in their last 1-20 years of their lives, even as I grandparent ... my fears are so very loud right now. My confidence in actually making a positive difference in people's lives so very low.
It's just hard.
I pray my kids never feel.tbis way about their own effects and that they never lose their confidence in loving and coring for others well. They are both compassionate kind people - each with their own unique combination of gifts and talents.
I'm glad in spite of all my failings (and their father's) that they still want to have a relationship with me (with us). I am grateful they make the effort to stay in touch, especially when I know.as the parent that is is MY job to work to keep a healthy connection (with appropriate and healthy boundaries of course). It is my job to keep on striving to make.sure they know they are valued and loved.
My kids owe me nothing. But it does my heart a whole lot of good that they still want to get together and be in relationship with us.
This brings up another short coming ... That I've not done as well as I should at let my parents know that they are loved and valued.
... SIGH ...
It's been a while morning of processing the pain of falling short.
But I also recognize I still have these wonderful people in my life and hopefully prayerfully time to make a difference, and let them know they are loved. I hope so anyway.



