Coming to a Close

 And just like that we are checked in for our flight back to Indiana.  It has been a fast 28 days.  I was blessed to almost work just my schedule all month.  That gave me a lot of time with my girl.  She is quite the different roommate than her brother. 

She isn't into the active activities where there are a lot of people.  She has come a long way in her social anxiety, and she did everything I did except go to work and go to the Halestorm concert.  So, we did attend two concerts in the park, shopped, went up north to visit her relatives (that's another story), went to Susan's a few times for dinner, and took a hike. She helped Pat many days on the boat trailer and with the boat.  She got right out there with him.  I don't know how much help she was, but she was there.  I think it is good for her to be exposed to all the things he can teach her.  They spent one afternoon out on the boat with one of his friends. 

We had some great conversations. We talked about parenting (she still doesn't ever want to be one), religion, sin, mental health issues, ancestor history, television shows, friends, and future plans.  We watched some movies and binged on some Netflix.  Together. 

We listened to her music. Not mainstream.  And it made me think how blessed young people are now.  With the internet and all the music apps they can find all kinds of talent. Back when I was young, we were at the mercy of what the radio stations decided we could listen to.  

It was 28 days of one on ones and a lot of together time with all the attention on her.  It was good for both of us.  She is the child I waited for, for twenty years.  And she is everything amazing.  

Father Talk

 It's hard to parent or to be a parent when circumstances keep you apart.  My son lives in the PNW, and his children live in the Midwest.  His life choices have made it more than difficult to be a dad.  That said, I was listening to a conversation he had with his daughter this week.  And it was pretty good from a parenting perspective.  

They talked about their relationship, his life choices and his hope that his children do not follow those choices, her dreams, her boyfriend and mundane moments.  There was only one point where I felt like adding to the conversation.  I managed to not do so.  Just listened.  She has a dream, and he encouraged her in it.  I wanted to add a warning, but I think he is right.  At her age it is wonderful to dream big and there is no reason to dampen it.  

It's not the first conversation he has had with his children that has impressed me.  Last year he had similar ones with his son.  And it was different than conversations with his daughter.  Sometimes it amazes me.

Now I know these conversations are actually easier for the parent not doing the day to day raising of children.  It isn't tempered with the frustrations of teaching life skills and cleaning up messes.  It isn't shrouded in having to support a household and keeping it all together.  But they are conversations that are good for the children to have.  Good for them to understand who their father is from him.  Good for their wellbeing for the positive affirmations he gives.  He does love his children even if he cannot parent 24/7.  He gives what he can, and they take what they can.

For the Love of an Aunt

 Most road trips back and forth to the Midwest give me the opportunity to stop at my aunt and uncles place in Illinois.  My uncle passed away last year and now it is just my aunt.  I was there in January, and she brought me all up to date on her new normal. She had fallen and so the decision was made for her oldest son and his wife to move in with her.  Just to have someone around.  Her son was already staying there and had been since her fall.  

I stopped this trip and things had changed.  A lot. And it was hard for her.  Transitions always are, but she had already had a lot of transitions.  We talked about my uncle.  She showed me his urn and said hers would be the same when that day came.  I looked at her pictures on the walls and loved on her cats.  We talked about her kids and the process that is still ongoing in having her son and daughter-in-law move in.  

She had an appointment she needed to get to, so it was going to be a short visit.  I have always had an open invitation to stop in anytime.  I never know ahead of time when I will be passing through.  Traveling happens as it happens.  There have been times when no one was home when I stopped, and it was all right.   I see them as I see them.  I always felt blessed when they were home.  Especially those last few visits with my uncle.  We again talked of that and how grateful they were every time I stopped.  

This trip, while I was blessed, I also took note of the changes.  My love will never change. I have had a special bond with my aunt since my early teens.  And that is a story.

When I was ten years old my dad and his wife got into a major fight.  Basically, it was the end of their marriage. When the fight was over, I watched her get in a closet and stuff money into her pants.  Shortly after that she accused me of taking the $300.  I was asked about it but never felt believed when I said I had not (wonder if that is where the guilt feelings come from when you aren't guilty).  In fact, her children made me show them all my stuff that evening making sure the money wasn't in my suitcase, otherwise I could not have a blanket to sleep with. My aunt and uncle were there visiting.  So, they were sitting right upfront of my shame.  The next day my dad took my brother and I home.  And that was the end of it.  I never ever knew if he believed me or if he thought I had taken it. I'm not sure how a little kid could spend that kind of money and not be found out.  Obviously, I didn't have it and didn't spend it. 

About four years later my aunt and uncle came out to the PNW to visit us.  I can still remember the anxiety of that visit.  As far as I knew I had been accused of taking that money and I assumed everyone believed it including my favorite aunt and uncle.  My aunt took me aside and had a private conversation with me.  She let me know that as soon as we had left the money had mysteriusly turned up.  The way she told me said she knew I had not taken it and it was some ploy by Dad's wife.  The relief was palpable.  But then I was left with the new emotion that goes unnamed of how come I was allowed to sit for four years not knowing if I was believed. I was never told anything until my aunt told me.  I felt seen by my aunt and it created a strong bond that continues till today.  

So, when I would visit, we never talked about that thing from all those years ago.  But there were clues that maybe she loved me as much as I loved her.  My wedding picture was on her dresser for a long time.  As far as I know, hers was the only place other than my house where any of those pictures were displayed. To this day my aunt and uncle are displayed on my desk.  I have been blessed to have her in my life.  

Shifting, Healing

This seems to be the year that things are shifting.  It appears that I am healing from some of my traumas.  Maybe because I am starting to talk about them.  I can actually feel the shift.  

As a person who grew up with an alcoholic parent, a person who married an alcoholic and a person who parents an addict, I am very aware of the manipulations that can occur.  A lot of the time I know when my child is trying hard to manipulate me and I understand when I am manipulated that it is me making that choice.  For a long time, I would lay blame on the one doing the manipulating.  I just say this for clarification.

I have come to some realizations this year.  Scratch that.  I had been slowly coming around to some realizations, but they fully manifested this year.  It is an absolutely lovely feeling to realize that you don't hold the same place in the hearts of people who are held highly in yours.  

I am a people pleaser.  I did not realize how much so until the disregard for my feelings came into play for the umpteenth time.  I tend to go out of my way to try and make things go smoothly for my loved ones.  I will try to fix what I can and replace what I can.  An example is a hot water heater that broke, and my family needed hot water.  So, I bought a water heater.  Hindsight I was totally manipulated into buying that.  Oy.  It's not necessarily a bad thing as they have hot water, but it really is something that should have been figured out by the owners of the house.  Or I guess you could say it was, but it costed them nothing. 

I've been reading some of Mel Robbin's words.  She is on Facebook.  She does the 'let them' theory.  One day she posted about letting people fail and something resonated in me.  I was not doing that. When I do what I can to fix or replace things, I am not letting my loved ones figure stuff out.  Even fail.  Because we all fail sometimes. It is how we learn. I can come up with a hundred reasons why I do what I do.  Mostly it is because I want to feel important to those important to me.  And I don't want them to have to struggle.  That is a catch-22.

So, Robbin's "Let Them" theory says when you don't get invited, when you get ignored, when you are shown your place in a priority list, etc, to let them.  Let them not invite, ignore, show you your place, etc. And then act accordingly.  At that point it is up to you.  You don't have to chase people or try to fix things.  You can have distance.  You can do other things.  You can set boundaries and have the relief from not walking on eggshells.  When it comes down to it, you only have control over yourself, so when you let them, you release yourself from trying to change things and people.  You can't so therefore put your effort into taking care of yourself.  For me, that is a big shift in thinking.  For the better.

Just reading the words and realizing that I have the power.  I can't make people think highly of me.  Either you get me, or you don't.  I won't be someone's bank anymore. In normal situations I may have chosen to completely walk away, but I can't.  But what I can do, is limit access to me and limit my time where I am not comfortable. I don't have to accept disrespect.  It is freeing.  And it is a huge change in my mindset.  I feel the healing.  

There and Back

 The time came to take my grandson back home to Indiana.  He had a great time here and thanked me for the time and effort to make it happen.  He got to jet ski but not go out on the boat.  He finally asked in the last two days if he could ride Pat's bike.  And this time the answer was yes.  So, he rode all over the place.  I asked him if he ever felt lost.  He said he got turned around once but figured it out.  He is a smart kid. 

And just like that our two weeks were over.  The trip back was a road trip.  We started early to make sure we made it to Billings the first night. Disappointed in the hotel.  Three years ago, we were there, and they were refurbishing the pool.  I don't know what the problem is now, but there is still not a working pool. And the best part was the no hot water.  But we had a bed and a roof.  

Spent the next night in Minnesota.  Always nice to have a place to stay.  And then we were back.  He was home.  He claimed not to miss his siblings, but I could tell he did when he asked the younger two if they wanted to go jump on the trampoline with him.  They gave him a little welcome back gift that must have had a joke in it.  He appreciated it.  

I opted to do a very quick turnaround.  So, the next day the granddaughter and I headed back to the PNW.  A total reverse of the trip with the exception of a different hotel in Billings.  The whole trip back was pretty quiet and uneventful.  Saw no buffalo in either direction.  Just lots of cows and horses.  Made it back before dark and got to settle in with the scared dogs on the Fourth of July.  Now to spend some quality time with my girl.