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Poetic Purge for a Pensive Parent

Sometimes the hard of parenting is nevertheless gratifying, because you know that the effort you are investing in your children will eventually pay off. You are shaping their character. Giving them self-confidence, or empathy, or the ability to understand and respect boundaries. It is not the stuff that goes into hallmark commercials, but it is worth all of the lost sleep and grocery store temper tantrums. You are helping your children to grow.

The last few nights have NOT been that kind of hard. They have been more the “what the %@&$ am I doing wrong? My children are selfish little monsters. Why must they treat me like a prize to be won by any means necessary?” kind of hard.

The rational side of me knows that this is not the full picture. My perceptions are warped by sleep deprivation and back pain and an overdose of that delirium-inducing cocktail made from equal parts whining and sibling squabbles. Things are not nearly as bad as I feel.

The rational side of me also knows, however, that every other parent out there with more than one child has had nights like this. And so, I offer my poetic purge of all the frustration as a form of public service.

Sister…Brother… we have all been there. You are not alone.


What kind of love…

 

I do not want to be loved like a commodity,

whose apparent scarcity invokes incessant bidding,

where market share is based on skill at whining,

and wins are computed by monopolizing bedtime attention.

I do not want to be loved like a shrinking pie,

trying to divide myself in equal shares,

while they squabble over crumbling capacity,

and I disappear into the vacuum of bottomless appetite.

I do not want to be loved like a soap opera,

where manipulation and deceit are central characters,

twin ploys to force compliance to demands,

and happy-ever-after only lasts until the next frustrated longing breaks all promises.

I do not want my children to see themselves as greedy consumers of my love.

And yet, I have to wonder…

Have I taught them to love this way?

to see love as a game that must be won through someone else’s loss?

to see love as a limited supply for which they must compete?

to see love as a selfish gratification for their desires?

And if I have…

How can I change that lesson?

And teach them now, instead, to see Love

as the Source

and self-giving purpose

of their lives?


That last question is genuine. Ideas welcomed.

 

 


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Philosophy of Posting: Day 6 of the April Poetry Challenge

This weekend I went reading around the writings of some fellow obscure bloggers – folks who have done me the honor of liking a post or following my blog. It was very encouraging and inspiring to see the work of this broad community who feel the same way I do – that words have power and that this power is most meaningful when shared.

Two things especially struck me. One is the tag line of Faith Unlocked, which includes the phrase “if (poetry, quotes, and thoughts) mean something to one other person, they are worth sharing.” The other was a dialogue in a comments stream between two bloggers about the frustration of no one reading their posts.

It struck me that these are the two poles of the obscure blogger experience. On the one hand, we keep doing what we do, with little or no concrete encouragement, because we have this hope that just one person might find meaning in what we have written. And even one comment, or like, or word from a friend about last week’s post can be all the encouragement we need to keep going. On the other hand the experience of putting our words out there and getting no response can be incredibly disheartening – as though we have exposed a part of our soul to the world and it hasn’t been worthy of any notice.

Then, my son made a comment about the proverbial tree falling in the forest (he saw a silly commercial in which the tree says “Ow!”) and it clicked with this train of thought.

So, in honor of all my fellow obscure bloggers out there: here’s my poem for the day.


Philosophy of Posting

 

If a poem posts on the internet

and there is no one who chooses to

“like” it…

“pin” it…

comment on it…

or reblog it…

Does it touch a soul?

 

Yes, even if only your own.

 

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