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if i truly knew my worth as a parent, it wouldn’t bother me whenever i felt someone getting out their invisible measuring stick … and mine would become non-existant.

i am still making up to the ghosts of parenting past …

once upon a time, i was “the perfect mom.”  seriously.  i did nothing wrong.  then, one day i was running through the city museum with a pack of 2-4 year olds following, including the beaming face of my own child, when a light bulb went off.  who was this woman?  she wasn’t real.  she was an actor on a stage.  i haven’t been perfect ever since, and i’ve been mostly ok with it … mostly …

the year my ex-husband and i split, i was an emotional basket case.  i thought i had it all together and was in control, but in reality i was wrecked.  so completely focused on everything except the ones i love the most, i lived my life for me.  to be honest, that was the first time in my life i had ever lived for me.  so, it was an experimental phase for sure.  i learned so much about myself and the world at large, focusing on my growth, healing and self discovery, but leaving very little time and energy to focus on what my children needed from me.  i assumed that they would handle the divorce as well as i would, but i was in denial about how well i was handling the divorce.  sure, i had my great parenting moments.  but, if there was a highlight reel of the shittiest moments of my mothering experience, they would all lie in that year.  i had a tendency to be hyper-critical with my oldest and intolerant with my youngest.  i ruled by fear.  i spanked too much and listened too little.  i have yet to forgive myself completely, and i’m secretly afraid they haven’t either, though they’ve given me every indication that it wasn’t as bad as i remember.  i do have a tendency to be too hard on myself, expecting perfection instead of accepting my human frailness.  but, i also want to be be honest and clear.

i know how the subconscious works with these things.  that year left an impression.  how deep, i can’t say.  but i do know, whenever either of them exhibits low self-esteem or depression of any sort, i look back at that year and wonder if that’s where it started.  too much personal responsibility? yes …

perhaps i’m just acutely aware of how a challenging relationship with mother can wreck a child’s self-esteem because i’ve been there.  my relationship with my mother was wrought with challenges.  it wasn’t until my 30s that we started developing a healthy relationship.  but we’ve worked hard, and are now incredibly close.  unfortunately, i still catch myself on the snags that occurred long ago … i have only recently broken through some serious self-esteem stuff,  with the exception of this parenting thing, working deep core abandonment and shame.

ever growing in the development of this human being, the one thing i need to “work” on is self-acceptance, which includes forgiveness.  i’m getting there.  i’ve put a lot of focus on my parenting skills and the growth of my relationship with my kids.  i recognize my weaknesses, but haven’t really given myself enough credit for my strengths.  instead, i have allowed myself to feel that every comment or attitude is a direct result of my general suckiness.

it doesn’t help that my ex can be extremely critical and judgmental at times, traits which my children seem to be developing as well.  we’ve all been there … measuring people with our invisible rulers that guide by “that’s not how i would do it.”

fundamentally, i am the only one that can change this.  if i develop this within myself, it doesn’t matter what my ex thinks … and the times my kids lash out wouldn’t bother me, after all it is a part of their growth too.  but i would also have the self-respect to have better boundaries about it all.  i heard myself tell my daughter that i didn’t have to stay and listen while she projected her negative feelings about her dad on me, trying to bring my emotions to the levels of hers last night.  i felt “ahhh… yes… i am learning… ” and this thought was enough.

self-love doesn’t all come at once, but layer by layer things can get healed loved and accepted.  i have learned much. i have much to learn.

The Ladies

There are many things I have set out to accomplish in creating this life of mine. (which I am totally digging, by the way …)

I made a list of things about my Self that I found, well … lacking.  My breasts, the one true body issue I have had the past several years, made it on the list.  See, I’m a slim chick and have always had rather smallish, but well-formed breasts.  “What happened?” … MOTHERHOOD.  Ya … you heard me …

I went from a very average size bosom to (pardon me) gi-normous breasts during my pregnancy/breastfeeding cycles.  After 3 kids, it takes a toll … Actually, they never truly recovered after the first kid, but I digress …

The point is, I was self-conscious.  Saggy, deflated … these were the words I used to describe the essence of my nurturing mother-self.  I used to fantasize about a solid C cup, but do not personally believe augmentation is appropriate for me (the person who preaches radical self-acceptance and self-love).  So, instead I silently prayed  “Please, God … just fill them back in …”  Trying breast massage, and reading about creams;  I would decry the tragic irony of the universe.  “I nursed 3 children! You’d think I’d get rewarded with a splendid rack!  But, no …”

So, it’s settled then … this is what I’ve got.  Time for me to love the ladies.  Setting the intention, I stopped all negative self-talk about my breasts.  So they’re small … so they aren’t voluptuous …  They gave life and nourishment to 3 amazing people, caressed and seduced lovers, gave countless numbers of hugs, and are guardians to the seat of this woman’s spirit … the heart.  They nurture, love, fulfill … and if I don’t love them, who will?

So, these mini goddesses of mine … I love them very much.  They’ve been with me for quite a while now, and I finally know to treat them with the proud dignity, love and respect they deserve.  They’re soft, sensual, sexy as hell, and quite beautiful actually.

I may be slim on the outside, but I’m voluptuous on the inside … and that’s what really counts.  Right, ladies?

 

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