tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801485432556979796.post742011323884482908..comments2024-02-22T02:15:01.912-08:00Comments on The Narcissistic Continuum: Sacred Contracts: Doris and LydiaCZBZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09575206236892096611noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801485432556979796.post-85088834669172599532008-05-18T08:34:00.000-07:002008-05-18T08:34:00.000-07:00Thanks for commenting, Eyes. I'd like to write sho...Thanks for commenting, Eyes. I'd like to write short, clever messages about mothers and daughters but our relationships are far more complex than one-minute sound bites. So thank you for reading my five-minute essay. <BR/><BR/>Once we become aware of the 'bigger picture', the challenge is putting our experience into words other people can relate to---and hopefully, increase everyone’s awareness rather than entrenching defenses in either mothers or daughters. I’ll get to sons later since I was lucky enough to have both a daughter and a son. A son who wore a skirt for a while. ;-) And no, that did not make Daddy happy to see his six-foot-plus son cavorting around town in female attire.<BR/><BR/>Gender Benders. That’s what God blessed me with. <BR/><BR/>I have a very good relationship with both my children, but it hasn't been a simple process and certainly did not reflect the status quo. A status quo suggesting I enforce Tough Love---more akin to rejecting my children than manifesting love. If you know what I mean. <BR/><BR/>Just so everyone knows, my daughter has given full permission for me to write anything I want to write about our lives. When she read this essay, she said, "So you think I'm a dill pickle, Mom? THAT'S GREAT."<BR/><BR/>She prefers being a dill pickle to being an overloaded bowl of Haagan Dazs. <BR/><BR/>Dill pickles make us wake up. Too much ice cream makes us take a nap.<BR/><BR/>In a metaphysical way, I'd say mothers who need to wake up, are blessed with kids who sound alarm bells. Rather than pushing our big fat thumbs on their silence buttons, we're better off getting out of bed and facing reality. <BR/><BR/>Hopefully, mothers will stop blaming the alarm clock and “snoozing” their opportunity away. <BR/><BR/>I may have been in dreamland for a few years, but my kids led me out of LaLaLaNd by refusing to conform to the status quo. God Bless ‘em…or as you say Eyes, Goddess bless ‘em. Ha!<BR/><BR/>Love,<BR/>CZBZCZBZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09575206236892096611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801485432556979796.post-53653422311258895302008-05-18T07:30:00.000-07:002008-05-18T07:30:00.000-07:00HI CZBZ, What a Wonderful article you have written...HI CZBZ, What a Wonderful article you have written here. What to say. Well I can tell you that the pickle wrapped in the napkin reminded me of being a child at the Commisary. While I was only tall enough to reach into the bin of pickle which was loaded with ice and large pickles enclosed by plastic and surrounded by sour/salty juice. I would leave mom and her cart get to the bin and get me one...bite through the plastic and start with drinking the juice.<BR/><BR/>What a blessing to read a mothers voice about new insights about being a parent.<BR/><BR/>I have often thought abut bringing up the word enmeshment with my mother but I think she is too old now. <BR/><BR/>Compliments on your growth and awareness. i am working to be able to press the internal refresh and accept button every minute of my life. Then the growth and create button is available.<BR/><BR/>Cheers, Anonymous EyesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com