As a parent, there’s a dance between feeling I understand my child wholly and completely, or wanting to, and being present that there is a mystery in my child that I don’t yet fully grasp, and may never. From a life mission perspective, if I move from the place of being present to their wholeness as if I understand it fully, I start to make assumptions about where to encourage them in their interests and begin to subtly shape the corridor down which they begin to walk into their adolescence. If I haven’t made space for what I can not fully see in them, those voices may become whispers and eventually fade into the shadows, perhaps only to return with hues of resentment and anger, or grief later. So how do I as a parent come to grips with how to support my child in their path, whether or not I fully grok it, and also, personally resonate with it?
My sense is it comes back to the conditions of the ‘garden’ so to speak, again and again. What conditions will support their soul, heart, body, mind, in growing into who they are here to become? Perhaps that is where my own looking at the qualities that are important to me, as a parent, come into play – maybe it’s openness, understanding, patience…or fiery enthusiasm that gives them space to express…or steady on determination to support them in their path…how I show up as a parent to them, will have a lot to do with how I show up to my own self. Can I be with the mystery of who I am, with a quality of care? This also helps.
It’s a humbling thing, to gently push aside the places where I want my child to perform so I feel more whole and complete in myself, and make space for the mystery that is in them, waiting to bloom. From this place, I’ve noticed that the connection I wanted all along surfaces through a mutual gratitude. A rightness in the parent-child connection. What if we aren’t here to direct our children on the path they should go; instead we are here tend the garden and make space for their buds to grow, lest it get overrun by all the other things in the garden wanting to take root, the “noise” of the world.