Some 30 years ago I brought home my first babies. I actually left for the hospital well aware I was 6 weeks from my due date, having serious contractions. That was a mere introduction to the unknown that awaited me. After an exhausting delivery we met our 3lb beautiful baby girl. Unbeknownst to anyone 3 minutes later I gave birth to a second baby girl. You caught that right? Not a soul expected twins, SURPRISE. As they grew I called them my wild angels, and they were. I’m pretty sure they coined the phrase “just do it!” by the time they hit 2.
My oldest I nicknamed Helga Pataki and the 5 avengers. She could meet a peer or a teacher head on. Mostly with skillful wording and occasionally the five avengers got involved. If you didn’t earn her respect, it wasn’t gifted. Cute in the 4th grade, concerning in the 8th grade by high school YOWZA. We met on the battle ground most days in the land mine she called her bedroom. I made it a mission to run as far as I could to the other side of her disdain and disregard so I could balance it with demands of seeing it from the other side grounding like that would elicit penance. She was the child I sat at the foot of my bed and bitterly sobbed at the mediator known as father husband and said, “One of us is leaving this house, her or me.” He encouraged me to be patient because she needed us but I could not survive her. When she moved out a year after high school the not knowing freed me to just have a 3 hour Sunday dinner with her.
John Bowlby is known as the father of attachment. He said human beings need one another for safety and security. I started thinking of that statement in terms of evolution from cavemen, tribes, platoons, and families. I realized my angst was about the disruption in my own clan. It scared and frankly threatened me and I was acting on that with fear and defensiveness. This little lady to be fair was just the first to be thinning the fortress of my grand plan for our safety and security. We hand a child the tribe's rules, ethos, and culture of our family and they are supposed to hold it in reverence and take it forward. We all expect to be beneficiaries of “keep the tribe secure and safe,” and I was defeated on every front; religion, politics, piercings, global views, women's roles. Was every part of our family world passé?
I recently met a Germanic term for how I began feeling. Schadenfreude which “simply means pleasure or joy derived from someone else’s suffering or misfortune.” I wanted her to feel a sorrowful loss, meet with the misfortune of her counter choices and run back to me with a hug and a hammer and nails to repair the family fence. Years later in one of those never forget conversations we sat in a car outside of her own home and talked for 3 hours. Then she kissed my cheek and said, “Mom there’s a saying that applies to me, sometimes when you can’t feel the warmth of the village you will burn the village down to feel its warmth.” I still tear up when I see it clearly from her experience. This was not what I wanted any child to ever feel. I thought I had dedicated my life to creating geborgenheit! This is another Germanic word relating to a feeling of warmth, peace, comfort and certainly security and safety in my presence. I have spent many hours asking myself what can I live with and hold love and what can I live without and lose? My tribe wanders the Utah desert in their own family constellations. They bring an evolving culture, spirit, and ethos back to us. I want to tell you Helga and I are “besties” but that is too Hallmark for this story. We are still finding ourselves because she refuses to stop evolving as do I, and I love it with a little wincing. So would you trust your connections to a therapist who is still polishing rough edges? I hope so, most of us are.
I like it messy. Chaos really is fertile ground for change. Pick up the earth you are standing on, running from or buried in. Bring it in on your dirty shoes, if you have a desire to find, or redefine yourself and one another. PS Helga Pataki from the cartoon Hello Arnold in the 90s was a character inspired by the great activist and trail blazer for so many human rights, Frida Kahlo. Go figure, that’s my girl.
Terri Rowley, LCSW
Phone: 385-220-0770
Email: hello@brookhaven.co
Address: 2578 West 600 North Suite 102, Lindon, Utah 84042