Friday, January 13, 2012

One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind

Sometimes, the opposite can be true.  These past couple months have been more "one small step for mankind, one giant for [a] man.  My young man.


For many parents, evidence of learning, development, and progress are important benchmarks that are usually tied to their child. Sometimes these are obvious by a grade on a test, a mastery of a sport, but there are times when you are shown success and progress in understated and quiet ways.


Having just spent four days with my young man, he showed me new aspects of his life and his psyche.  When your child grows to look at you in your face and there is no difference between height and weight--we must see them in a new light.  When changes affect hair, face, body, and voice--then we must see them in a new light.  When ideas, thoughts, feelings, and beliefs become more sophisticated--then we must see them in a new light.


I had the light shine on me and it was sublime.  I basked in that light as if I was coming out of a dark and grey hibernation.  I can't say that adolescence is like a walk along the Seine across from the Pont des Arts, however the feeling of truly watching your child blossom into a young adult is pretty illuminating.


There will be tussles, tugs, tears, and turmoil, but as you walk through this time in their life with them (and promise not embarrass at the same time) your relationship deepens.  Hopefully they see you as a resource, a support, a net to fall into.  They know your love for them is deeper than even you imagined.  


And they tell you as such.  
And you know they mean it.


In turn, they give something of themselves to you.  They don't know that they are doing this, and please, don't tell them.  But they give you a glimpse into their future.  They share with you a burgeoning adult who can articulate who they are, what they stand for, who moves them and why.  They begin to articulate this in words, deeds, and gestures.


Shhh. . . .  Be quiet, be still, and don't move quickly.  Or you will miss the quiet moments when the young man lets his guard down and allows you to be part of his world.  Just for those moments--he is still yours.







Sunday, November 20, 2011

Finish the sentence, "Never Underestimate the Power of . . ."

I leave you to fill in the blank here.  For each of us, this sentence is wide open.  Right now, for me, it seems to be "a good cry."  During this transitional time, the day is filled with what are pre and post deluge.  I know that I have created a dream team of supportive folks who can carry me along, lifting me up and over the bumps.  But there is something deeply satisfying about balling your eyes out.

Driving while doing this has prompted others who share the road with me both worry and concern.  As my eyes are filled with tears, and the redness around them look like I have advanced liver disease, I shoot them a big smile with two thumbs up and they drive away slightly confused between the tears running down my face and universal indicator of all is good.  A mixed message if ever there was one.

I have learned a lot about the power and strength of the human heart.  I often wonder if the waterworks will ever stop, or if this is just like seasonal allergies, only to repeat when the conditions are ripe to play the heartstrings and then pull them until they snap hard against the skin.

I use the sentence prompt in the title of this blog as a way to understand the psychological assessment, "Sentence Completion Test".  This standard projective test is a telling one to see what individuals are thinking about when prompted.  Sentence completion tests typically provide respondents with beginnings of sentences, referred to as “stems,” and respondents then complete the sentences in ways that are meaningful to them. The responses are believed to provide indications of attitudes, beliefs, motivations, or other mental states.

I know each of us will have answers that vary depending on our situations, however, let me ask you, how different you think your answer would be to somebody struggling in their life?

Sample questions are:
1) If only I could only...
2) People I know....
3) I can always...
4) I think guys....
5) What makes me sad is...
6) I think girls...
7) Compared with my father...
8) Where I live....
9. My mother was the type....
10) My health is...
11) I am scared to...
12) People would like me better if I...
13) It is hard to resist the temptation to...
14) It's a shame that parents...
15) It feels like punishment when...


So when you feel like you just need to have a good cry, maybe ask yourself some open-ended questions and see where it takes you.  I can tell you, "What makes me sad is  . . ." is not the question I would like to start with.  

Lastly, let me give you a test.  Which image below is a piece of art, and which is a projective test? Sometimes reality and fantasy are very close cousins.

Images:
Kara Walker "Cut", (1998)
Kara Walker "You Do" (1993/94)
Rorschach Test Blog No. 3 (1921)




Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Dia de los Muertos - My Virtual Altar

This past week was a mixed one.  I had immense joy in seeing the boy's face on our Skype call.  We got caught up on what has been going on with school, activities, and some new challenges.  Halloween was just around the corner at the time of the call and it has always been a big event for us.  We would decorate the house and buy a few costumes (school, home, trick-or-treating, etc.)  The evening was like a Vegas variety show with the number of costume changes.  I would make a special Halloween dinner of eyeballs (meatballs) and blood & guts (twice-baked potatoes with fresh mozzarella and ketchup).




In addition to Halloween, we also celebrate Dia del los Muertos (Day of the Dead) and remember those family members who we have lost.

The interesting thing at this time, is that while we remember those who have left us, we also are grateful for births and deliveries.  Just after Day of the Dead is my mom's birthday, and on that same day in 2000 the stork brought us our boy.  During this week, I live the book-ends.  Birth, death, delivery, taking away, and just away.

I am missing both mother and son at the same time.  Sad to recognize they are both not with me on November 3rd, but grateful for their love and how they touch my life.

Tonight, as I spoke with the boy on the phone, I listened to him with amazement at how good he sounds and yet felt deep love, loss, and sadness of our distance.  I heard happiness, accomplishment, and insight.

What a gift that awaited me on November 3, 2000 as this boy was given to me and now he lives through me.  On the eve of our first night together and on his grandmother's birthday, I honor them both and our tremendous luck.  My wish tonight is to be thankful that my mother, who at the time needed to see the future with her own eyes, got to see it in him.