Movin on over

Parenting lesson (or life lesson) # 5.  Your child is not your therapist.  Families that support and encourage each other are a great thing.  It’s nice to be able to vent a little bit to family members and relax and be yourself and know they still love you and that they ‘get’ you.  That’s an awesome way for a family to be.  But there is a big difference between supporting each other and depending on each other for your mental health.  Far too many parents seem to confuse these two for some reasons and it’s incredibly unhealthy for your kids.

Step-daughter went with me to go and pick out a new rescue dog since my main guy passed away this past winter.  (we got a really nice girl by the way).  It gave us a chance to catch up a little bit.  Step-daughter talked about her plans to move out of her mom’s place and what she felt was happening and how she was doing.  Through that conversation she made reference a few times to her mom’s “meltdowns”.  These are not new occurrences.  Her mom is not necessarily stable but I don’t think she realizes that it’s as obvious as it is to everyone else.  Regardless she is constantly freaking out and crying and venting and disclosing to her kids.  There are no healthy boundaries there.  Every time she freaks out and cries and collapses in a heap of stress and anxiety, step-daughter goes backwards by another small step.  It’s not intentional necessarily, but that’s what happens to your kids when you put your mental health needs ahead their mental health.  Kids need their parents to be stronger than them.  They need them to be the ones to offer the support, to point them in the right direction when the world feels like it’s collapsing, the ones to direct them how to manage their adult responsibilities, the ones to have it together so that the kids are free and feel safe enough to get out there and try things.  When you use your kids as your therapist, you take all the freedom away.  They are no longer free to be kids and have to become the adults and put their own needs aside to take care of the parent.

I’m not someone that thinks kids should leave home the minute they turn 18 but I fully support step-daughter’s need to move out.  The longer she stays there, the more difficult it is going to be for her to get her feet underneath her.  She may not be as ready as one would hope to leave home but at least it will force her to do for herself and at the same time allow her to start taking care of herself without worrying about having to take care of her mom.

Living the dream

One of the joys of your kids getting older is helping them learn how to manage adult relationships versus kid relationships because the expectations do change.  Once kids go off to school (post secondary) they have chances to live on their own (usually) and therefore make their own rules and routines and monitor themselves.  The first year of school is usually a bit of a write-off but if they’re lucky, they figure out how to do this without crashing and burning along the way.

Then kids come  home from school and have to find a way to fit their new found independence into their traditional family unit.  This can be a challenge at times.  Oldest girl-child never came back from post-secondary.  Once she had her own apartment that was it, she was off and free.  Boy-child, however, seems bound and determined to live with his mommy for as long as humanly possible.  For the most part, there hasn’t been a lot of transitional issues because I text him to ask where he is and he tells me.  That and the fact that he drunk-texts me all the time.  He’s not however, really good at letting me know  if he’s not coming home or little things like that.  It is a bit of a balancing act because I don’t necessarily need to know where he is all the time but it is a common courtesy to let others know where you are or when you’re arriving or leaving.  It’s a matter of respect.  Young adult children, however, don’t always realize that even though they are adults and able to make their own rules they still need to live by basic common courtesies and respects for the other adults in the house.  It’s not like they have to tell their roommates where they are or if they’re coming home that night so they don’t necessarily transition to telling parents because they don’t understand why they have to.

This scenario came to a head recently here with boy-child.  After a whirlwind celebratory weekend with friends from all over who had traveled to this town to all get together, boy-child decided to disappear briefly without letting people know where he was.  Actually, him and his girlfriend had been having issues via text message and he finally decided to travel to the city she was in to deal with it.  That certainly isn’t an unreasonable thing.  Relationship issues can feel like your world is ending and you NEED to see the person right then.  I get that.  Unfortunately, girlfriend was in a city three hours away and boy-child decided to travel there at 1 am after not getting near enough sleep due to the celebratory nature of the weekend.  He left his friend’s house at 1 am, saying he was going home (to avoid the fight his friend would give him if he knew that he was planning on driving that long, that late at night).  He drove to see girl-friend who probably thought that was very romantic of him.  He turned his phone off because he was almost out of power on his phone and wanted to save the power in case of an emergency.  Fast forward to suppertime’ish later that day and friend calls me wondering when boy-child would be done work.  He then proceeds to tell me that boy wasn’t in fact with him and that he had left to go home at 1 am the night before, to which I say “he never made it”.  My world suddenly froze while I tried to think about where he could possibly be and none of the immediate scenarios had happy endings.

Luckily, all ended well.  Friend was able to track down girlfriend who was able to let boy-child know to contact his mother and all was resolved fairly quickly.  Thank goodness because that type of stress is an awful, terrible feeling.  We did have a chat when he came home about not ever doing that again because seriously, I’ll be hunting him down myself next time and that’s not likely to end well.

Reunion of vandals

Boy-child and his childhood buddies are all still great friends.  They don’t get to see each other much anymore.  One is employed in a city about 5 or 6 hours away, one is in graduate school the same distance away in the opposite direction.  One is employed in another province (4 day drive away), another lives here but boy-child himself lives about 4 hours away.  One is a bit of a world traveler and had a recent trip to Amsterdam for a month or two and had a job lined up in Spain for the summer.

These are the Tupper Street Vandal kids and they are also the same group whose parents have all taken a collective approach to parenting the group versus just parenting their own kids.  They’re all really good kids.  On the weekend they had their signature potluck barbeque and I was invited.  They are funny that way and like to have the parents join their fun (who does that??) and myself and one other set of parents were there.  I got to hear some interesting stories of things these kids did (my son included) at their houses.  There were stories about bouncy ball games in the house where an antique light fixture got broken; stories about more ‘ball games’ in the house where an antique tea set was broken.  There were also stories of holes left in walls (hockey in the house maybe?) and how a picture covered it up for years before the parents found out.  The best one though was a sibling story.

This one friend of boy-child’s had an older brother who as often part of the fun.  One day, this older brother wanted to show them something he learned in chemistry class.  There was a fish tank in the room and brother wanted to show how you could make fire on top of the water using whatever method he had learned.  So, sure enough he gets a fire going in the fish tank on top of the water.  It was all pretty cool and all until boy’s friend says “doesn’t glass expand when it gets hot?”  No sooner did he say that and the fish tank exploded across the room.  That one they couldn’t hide from the parents.  I’m so glad I didn’t have a fish tank!